I kick a small rock as I walk through the grass. I could not stay there, be in that room, for one more second; it was suffocating me. Why are they here? Why am I here. Half of them didn't even know her. The other half didn't care. Which half did I fall into? Yesterday, I'd definitely say neither; I used to believe that I knew her better than she knew herself...
Bob Holiday felt conflicting emotions. His best and longest friend Paul Foster had died after a long fight with cancer and he had left a request that Bob would write and read a eulogy at his funeral. He had met his friend when they both attended their first day in kindergarten and they had remained steadfast friends ever since that day, when they were in th...
Chapter 20 - Told you so and a funeral Rain ran as fast as she could to the main room where the battle had taken place. When she made it to the room she discovered a mistake the party had made; a fire was beginning to burn in the room caused by the fireball spell Lou used to burn the vampire corpses. It was a small fire at the moment but was spreading to th...
This story will make more sense if you start with the first chapter. As it deals with incest, humiliation, and bodily functions, please read no further if any of those offends you. All characters are 18 or over. ***** I had graduated from college and was working at a job where I was quite happy when my Aunt Kathryn telephoned the place where my brother Den...
This is an autobiographical story, with just a few name changes, and maybe a few slight memory errors, as it has been a decade. The subject matter is decidedly dark, even by my standards, so you have been warned. I decided to put this down after a discussion in a comments forum. This is deliberately in present tense because that is the appropriate voice here...
Both Crystal's and Judy's parents preferred that their daughters be buried rather than cremated so the final moments of the funeral weren't of two coffins sliding inside a furnace and being incinerated. Instead a procession of hearses snaked out of the funeral home and wound through the roads and avenues of Rock Hill to Crystal's final resting place at the F...
[All the sex in this story is hetero. No anal. The characters weren't married so the story belongs in Erotic Couplings or Romance, while if the category "Justice" existed I would put it there.] * On the way back to my hotel after the funeral and reception I was feeling the profound loss of my Aunt Mary. She had been a major influence on my growing up and h...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
It has been said that the sex you have after going to a funeral is always the best sex. Maybe because we lose our feeling of immortality, maybe a desire to be wanted, to be held. I don't know. I had left an appointment Tuesday afternoon, and was headed back to my hotel to get some work done on another project, when my rental car just stopped. I was fortunat...
16 The Avenger is about to strike. Not for the Avenger the skin tight outfit with underwear on the outside, designed to show the world at large and in particular the female population, everything that he had to offer, instead the Avenger looked for all the world like a Stock Broker, in a dark suit and neatly trimmed beard and hair, and as such was able to...