Chapter 10 -- Abandon. Fear rose in John's chest; "We have to get home." John and Mira threw their backpacks on, and headed off into the bush. John stole one last look back at Tom's place before it went out of view; at the location where such horror had taken place the last couple of days. With a quiet sigh, he turned his focus back to getting home. Dry g...
We have hiked into the mountains outside of the city, and it is now evening. It is a summer's evening, but in the mountains the air always tends to feel a little chill. We have a campsite with a tent. There is a place for a fire, but we haven't used it yet. We've finished a light, hiker's dinner a short time ago. You know that there's a reason I've brough...
I don't know why it is—I guess it's because people have compassion—but if you suddenly become a widower at a fairly young age—and I would consider 51 to be young—relatives, friends and neighbors feel a compulsion to try and set you up with dates and invite you out to places. I guess they feel sorry for you. At any rate, I was one of those. At the age of 51,...
There was a knock on the door last night and the rain was coming down quite heavy. It was an unusually cold rain. Paula had just dropped by earlier and we were talking about the times in the past. When I opened the door, there you were. You were drenched from the rain with arms folded shivering. Your car had broken down and needed assistance. We invited yo...
It's been a while since I was able to tell you stories of my encounters with Sandy and her reluctant ways of needing my cock, but to get you caught up, our office was realigned and many things changed, Sandy was promoted and sent to another division. I was promoted and sent to Phoenix of all places and now here I am ready to tell you of my latest encounter....
It was an unusually warm spring night. The sky was moonless, allowing stars to give off their bright wondrous glow. Looking up at them one would feel so small and unimportant. The air was very moist and aromatic. Dew had overcome the surface of the world below like a still artist taking his time creating a one-time masterpiece. The morning light would then u...
First of all I want my readers to know that all of my stories were written for fun. So I hope that they are read for the same purpose. Most of my stories are written as if recalling them from memory. Please enjoy! * It's early morning and Tom is reading a book on the cot that I set up for him next to our bed. I am in the living room on the computer checkin...
I was sitting down in the cold dining room wondering what to do with that house, something I used to do any time I had free, avoiding to think of Martin, his picture and last letter still in a corner, looking distant through the opaque glass of the cupboard. Tightening my shawl around my body I thought there was food and shelter, I definitely could not comp...
Anne reread the flyer she found. It advertised for a new masseuse offering a unique massage. It had been years since Anne had treated herself to a massage. She enjoyed them years ago, but after a while they all seemed the same and not really satisfying the tension she felt. She could never communicate what exactly she was looking for, but she knew what she f...
Chapter 1 Unam didn't know how long he'd been strapped to the table. He had awoken here, some days or weeks or months ago. It had happened once, twice, maybe 50 times. This time was no different. The mass of tentacles seeped under the doorway, standing below his feet. The mass contorted into a female figure, attractive by most human standards except for the...