I met Stewart in an internet chat-room for men who like to show off their wives. We neither of us exhibited pictures of our own wives – me because I was too timid, and I didn't have any risqué pictures anyway, and Stewart because he wasn't actually married. However we got to chatting on a regular basis, mainly about the pictures that were shown in the room....
The air inside the foyer rotunda smelled like Purell. There was a thrum of activity all around her, and high, well-lit ceilings that trapped echoing laughter and a general din, so that her initial sensation was disorientation, as if she'd stepped inside a shopping mall. This was nothing like the sticky-floored bar of her bathtub reverie, and she was confused...
Roxy arrived in New York with nothing planned, deciding to relax and enjoy being in limbo. She speculated she could always become a hooker if she came up empty handed over movie, TV or theatre opportunities. She wondered if becoming a hooker required training or was wide-ranging experience sufficient to build such a business. Instead of dwelling on such spe...
Alexis was on the sofa with her legs curled up under her skirt as she talked to Pia and Linda on the phone. She talked to them nearly every day and it was killing her not to tell them about winning the lottery. It was the day after the money became available to us and she couldn't stand it anymore and told them. I could hear them screaming over the phone. I...
Aryella snapped her fingers, and the portal closed. She grinned and jumped up and down with excitement. "I get to keep you! Aren't you glad?" Dien looked up at her with a pained smile and shook his head slightly. "I remember," Dien said. "I had been killed because the Chinese government had finally chosen to silence my followers by putting an end to me."...
She lay naked in the candle-lit chamber. Her hands and feet tied, lying spread-eagle on her back, to the bed. Her lover had been teasing her excited body with a feather when she heard the knock on the door. When he rose and left the room without a word, fear welled up inside her, as did the pleasure. Her sexus started drooling more profusely, as the sensatio...
Cyndi -- Day One (Afternoon) I don't think I'd ever been more excited in my life, and Cyndi seemed to have shared in my excitement about what just had happened. So, imagine my surprise when we both reacted to this high level of stimulation and excitement by falling asleep. I dreamed about a landscape made entirely of breasts ... soft, undulating hills of b...
I have known death. I do not wish to misconstrue my meaning; I do not mean that I have seen the specter of death (if one exists), or that I have glimpsed the meaning of it as some seek to grasp the meaning of life. Rather, when I say that I have known death, I mean that I have known it intimately, like a lover comes to know the body of his partner as well as...
PART II Once more the rakshasa set out to seek the manjhi's counsel. For ages the demon had served as the boatman ferrying humans into hell. He kept to himself and mostly steered clear of the politics of hell. In the past he had proven himself trustworthy to the rakshasa. If there was anyone likely to have the answers to his questions, it would have to be t...
It was dark when I awoke. The only light was the soft, neon glow of my alarm clock across the bed. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, slowly turning in the sheets till I could see the outline of my husbands face in the dark. He was beautiful and sweet and kind and I hated myself more and more with each passing second. I leaned over and gently kissed his temple. He...