Thanks to Yorkie Chai for the edit * Jack sat in his darkened office, staring into nothing. Nothing. That described his marriage to perfection: nothing. The shock had long since worn off, replaced by . . . nothing. No anger. No grief. Just empty; a hollow void. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do next; unpredictability, a new concept...
Two black-robed figures stood in the candlelit darkness of a long abandoned crypt. The stone walls around them were crumbling and covered in knotted tendrils of ivy. Spider webs festooned the dusty corners of the room and beady eyes watched them from secret hiding places. "Hurry up!" Bradley Higgins said. "He's coming." Curses and loud crashing sounds came...
* * * PART I (in Drew's voice) * * * It was several minutes before Sara returned with our drinks, and when she did, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she brought Heather and Patrick with her. Patrick, who was carrying bags of Indian food, was a good-looking guy, as Sara had hinted to Julie and Lily. He was a little shorter than me, but well-built with...
A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say "It never happened. We were never here." As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener's dirt cruste...
Note to readers: You might want to read the first two chapters in the series before this one or you might be lost. Also, this one gets a little dark, so if you are not into non consent stories and anal sex stories then you might want to skip ahead to about the two/thirds mark. I considered putting this in Non Consent/Reluctance but in the end it's a story of...
My wife, Sharon, and I were lifelong friends. We eventually began dating and then got married. The idea that eventually shaped part of our sex life was her grandmother remarking that I was too "pretty" to be a boy. She thought that my complexion and clean looking face was attractive. One time as a lark, Sharon asked me to let her put makeup on me. I initiall...
The moment I close my phone, I'm suddenly anxious again. Did I do the right thing? How sure am I about this? I stand there contemplating what I just did, my image blinking back at me from time to time. Each reason I bring up against what I've just done seems stronger and stronger as the intoxication of my orgasm fades. I know I've crossed the line but a min...
"Who should I make this out to?" He said in that distinctive gravelly voice. It was Spock without the pointy ears, the baby blue tunic, the high sheen bowl cut, or the winged eyebrows. Instead, he wore a tweed sport coat with wide lapels, flared slacks that skirted the ground and enveloped his shoes, and a burnt orange turtleneck. His black hair was in a sty...
Hello friends, so this if the first piece that I have ever written, and I really hope you folks enjoy it. It involves m/f, fairly vanilla sex with both guy on girl and girl on guy oral. I hope to make this a running series but will of course base it on reader response. If you like my work or want to criticize it then you can contact me at the contact on my p...
"Are you sure this is the place?" Von's eyes searched for the entrance. "Yep. Google says we have arrived." said emphatic Chad, stage actor, Airbnb superhost, and part-time Uber driver. The sky blue Prius slowed to a stop at a quintessential NYC alley—-red brick exteriors, a lone flickering street lamp, darkened doorways, and even a half-open dumpster pushe...