I walked for miles without seeing so much as a single house. The sky was inky black, and I was drenched. I began to regret not waiting it out in my car. Then there it was, tucked behind a grove of elms. A small brick church. Our Lady of Perpetual Solitude. I ran across the grass, covering my head with a soggy newspaper. I carefully closed the heavy door be...
It was about a week ago when it happened. You were feeling a little down, and decided to go for a word downtown. There was a farmer's market in town. Maybe, at the very least, some fresh food would cheer you up. There were a lot of people but none of them noticed you. The scent of baked goods and other food filled the air and you continued through. A voice c...
(After some hiatus, I've returned to writing. In light of having a more busy job life of, well, writing, I've decided to focus on actually finishing some of these scenarios rather than having the originally intended 50-100 endings. I've always intended to have a focus on choice, but honestly, I just don't have time for that. So! Over the next couple months e...
Part 1 He had finally arrived at the mansion, a small yet looming building stretching for many paces in both directions. The front of the house was covered in ivy, with an arched front, stone entrance and large wooden doors that seemed quite regal. He approached them and lifted the giant, wrought-iron door-knocker, taking a step back and placing his hat on...
She sucked in her breath as the cold January air hit her in the face. Closing the club door behind her she reached in her purse for a cigarette and glanced up to see the little designated smoking area already occupied. He blew smoke and chuckled. "The birthday girl." "How do you know?" She lit up and regarded him in the cold overhead light. "You were the...
"Master! Master!" Sweetly moans the petite, red-haired catgirl that you pound from behind in the doggy style position; her back obediently arched while her long, red tail frantically moves from side to side. Her tight, dripping wet cat pussy lovingly clinging to your cock, guiding it deeper and deeper into her tunnel with every thrust of your hips....
She was of European descent, with blonde hair down to her waist and bright, angry blue eyes. She was young, fresh from one of the local colleges, unlikely to be missed soon. Her arms were stretched out above her head by chains, pulling her up so that her feet were barely supporting her weight. She held her head up high with dignity, although all she had left...
Sex is a dull and pedestrian concept. Others might spice things up by nibbling away at the edges of monogamy. We never have, but how are you supposed to make love to the same person for the rest of your life? Even the words are wrong. To "make love" sounds clunky, as if some non-native English speaker were inviting you to make fuck. I love you all day, ev...
[To the readers: This is dirtier than my previous letters, that's true. But it's much more inelegant. It is, for lack of a better term, word vomit. And I'm not making excuses for it, oh no. I write what I feel for my sir. I'm merely warning you that this is no smooth journey. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.] Dear Sir, Use me. When you feel desire stir in...
Gork kicked open the door to his hut, the thin walls shaking as he lumbered through the door and into the cool shade beyond. He couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten, a royal carriage travelling through the badlands with nothing to protect it but an ancient knight who had collapsed the moment he stepped from the bushes. He had been expecting to be able to...