King Edward stood watching from the rampart wall as the burghers of Calais approached escorted by his heralds and a detachment of men at arms. “Silly Burghers,” he said, more to himself than to his Queen. “Why are they silly?” she asked. “I think it is very noble of them to offer their lives for the lives of the townspeople.” “It would be, Phillippa – if...
I couldn’t believe my luck that day in pool with Mrs. Powers. She had long been the fantasy of my masturbation sessions, and now I had just finished putting it to her while my friend and his dad were at work. We made love several times that afternoon and she couldn’t get enough of me. I knew that once she had a real man, unlike that little dick husband of he...
It all started at a party. I was there with my fiancé and Michael was there with his current fling. Things had not been going well at home and my fiancé was talking with Michael’s girl in another room about our problems (unbeknown to me) while I was mingling with everyone else at the party. I didn’t think anything of him talking to her as they had known ea...
Susan McKeon kept on wondering about her conversation with her son Angel. Angel’s in love with Buffy and apparently can’t stand Darla. She figured that she would have to speak to Patrick and see what his opinion was on Darla and Buffy. Susan truly doesn’t approve of the affair, but at the same time she noticed in her son’s face how happy Buffy Summers made h...
Sauce-Box is publishing this story in their summer edition in June. I thought I would share it with you. - Danse. * * * * * I stand in the dark, afraid to move. I can see a faint flickering down the hallway, but it seems to be getting further away from me. I don’t remember how I got here. I think for a moment I might be dreaming, but I know this is as rea...
My love, my only, my one and true… I love you so much, and I don’t know what’s going on inside your head. I don’t even know what’s going on in my head. I don’t know anything anymore. I’ve never been so helpless in my life, I don’t think, nor so miserable. I love you so much. I need you, but I don’t need you, but I want you. Do you understand? I want you so...
Here I sit in front of a computer screen, my hands on the keyboard ready and willing to type, it 2 a.m., I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because a few hours ago, I couldn’t write, I have writers block. I never knew how addictive writing could be, I now understand my father locking himself in his study hour after hour. I wonder what he did in those hours he c...
I wondered what I was doing. Seriously, I had sworn that after that stupid bitch last year had pushed me around, I was finished with women who weren’t submissive. Yet here I am, driving for hours to see some whore who wouldn’t even let me touch her. I was masturbating to Miss February and realizing that this whore was not quite as young, not quite as hot, bu...
“Spike?” “Umflp?” “Wake up.” Dawn shook him furiously. The vampire was curled up at the end of her bed. He’d stayed in her room because Buffy wanted her under twenty-four hour surveillance. Spike had fallen asleep after watching a rerun of Seinfield which he said was ‘bloody brilliant.’ “Dawn?” He muttered, on the verge of wakefulness....
Darkness. Silence. Everything is dark and quiet. You try to move but you can’t. Your arms, legs, hands, head, nothing is moving. In fact, you can’t feel anything. What’s going on?! Where are you?! “Hey there,” you hear a voice somehow both inside and outside your head, but not able to see who or where they are, “I’m sorry to tell you this but… you just died....