I knew that Salinger wanted me to take the sexual lead more often; to be more creative, more aggressive. But I also knew that when I was he would usually pull back; mixed signals that infuriated me. I would get turned on, get inspired, try to execute that inspiration on Salinger; only to have him pull back on me, leaving me feeling rejected and downright shi...
Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. April 13, 2007 More of the Paris thing... Charlie and me stayed in her luxurious apartment for almost a week after the show, basically fucking each other's brains out. And as the days went by, she seemed to get more and more comfortable being, well, herself I guess you'd have to say. She'd pa...
[Once, in the distant past, in fact more than fifty years ago, there was a young boy attending Kindergarten each morning. At five years old, and in the strange ways of childhood, he had not yet reached the age where little boys and little girls considered members of the opposite sex to be more of a nuisance than anything else; something to be tolerated, but...
This story is from a woman's point of view. It isn't your typical sub-made-to-gag-on-cock story; there's lots of BDSM and sexual activity but no cock-sucking or actual fucking; it's more about what's going on in her mind. If you don't like reading about switches or bisexual men, you won't like it. But if you're interested in what goes through someone's hea...
Murder and fire; ruin and damnation. Roland trailed along the perimeter of the inner wall in heedless flight as the world around him burned. His lungs wheezed and his chest palpitated from the effort. He had retraced his steps through the gutted hovels as he watched the ruin of the Cultist's home play out before him. Madness stalked the streets, gibbering mo...
This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even thoug...
The next couple of days flew by. When I wasn't working I was thinking about Elle. I briefly talked to Katie a couple of times, but didn't tell her about Elle. I'm not sure why I didn't, but I just kept it to myself. After work on Thursday, I took the Lincoln to get it washed and then went home to get showered and dressed. I wore a pair of black jeans with a...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
*** -- CHAPTER 7: Dream Girl -- *** SPRING QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (April 2001) "Have a good time?" Kevin looked up from his spot at the dining table with a funny smirk on his face. Jen immediately reached over and slapped his arm. "That was rude." "Dude, it's not MY fault they were screaming so loud the entire block could hear them," Kevin retorted and r...
"You ready to go?" "No. I don't want to go to Dad's this weekend," her daughter said. "You know your dad loves you, right?" "I know. Or at least I know he says he does." "Honey. Listen. Your dad left me, not you. Whatever happened, happened between me and your father. And yes, he does love you." "Then why is he always with her?" "His girlfriend?" her m...