My hands are bound. I'm blindfolded. I've been stripped of all my clothing, picked up and placed in a tub. Her hands are soft as she washes every inch of me. I try to speak to her, but she only tells me to be quiet and not to speak unless I'm spoken to. She continues bathing me. She helps me up and dries me. She brushes my hair to a soft shine. She whispers...
Returning from the kitchen I found the girls still in their prone positions ready to fall asleep from their drunken stupor. Realizing that the day would go unfulfilled, I took out my pack of cards, laid Twister and the bottle of baby oil on the coffee table, and began to rouse the girls awake. I then had Julie and Amanda refasten all of their loose clothing...
Early on Monday morning Steve was leaving. He would be away a whole week due to a course in advanced education. In the night before Steve left, he and Susan had had hot sex together. It was their first intercourse since their talk. Their sex was very romantic. They first had a nice dinner. Then they went to bed when it was still early. Susan only wore a lig...
It had been one of those insanely wrong days. I know you know the ones I mean. Everything goes wrong. Not one single thing gives you a break from the chaos. That was my day today. Work was hell, the bosses were on a rampage. My friends were all mad, or just not speaking to me. My truck had broken down on the way to work, and had cost me all my extra cash,...
I had always prided myself on staying fit and keeping lean throughout my primary and secondary education. In High School, I was on the track team, played soccer and was often referred to as a tomboy who didn't mind getting dirty. I also was told I was very cute back then and would get more than a little attention from the boys. 5'4", 115 pounds and enough le...
Estelle sat silently in the passenger seat. As Steve drove he prattled on about something that had happened to him at work. He didn't have half the stress in his job that Estelle had -- nor did he make half her salary! -- but she let him continue without interruption. Even if she had broken in to tell a work story of her own, he wouldn't have understood her...
He's a little drunk and too into his movie, I know it'll buy me an extra few minutes. He'll stupidly believe me when I say that I just had another one because I was craving it. He'll tell me it's not good for me and go back to what he's doing. I do a lot of things that are bad for me, like you. I let him know I'm going to use the bathroom then go smoke. Maki...
The gray sky churns, and rain comes down in sparse, heavy drops. I can feel the wind through my threadbare coat. We can't spend another night outside. It's been about five months since people started getting sick. Some kind of flesh-eating bacteria that targets the brain. It took over people's bodies, like that fungus that hijacks carpenter ants and turns t...
Author's Note: This is not a story. This is a behind the scenes look at my writing of "There Was an Accident". If you don't want to read about how my story unfolded, the thought processes involved, and some things that didn't make it into the published story, then just stop reading now. There will be no sex in this writing. Well, OK, maybe not none, but n...
She said yes. I was going to marry the woman of my dreams. The woman who had inspired me to change my life in all the best ways. The woman who had drained gallons of cum from my body. The woman who I would crawl over broken glass for, whose body was all of my fantasies made flesh. Melanie was going to be my wife. I was beside myself with excitement. We...