Well, here you are. Alone. In complete darkness. Left here, wherever here is, to contemplate how your life went, what could have been, the what ifs. Not sure if you'll stay here for a few hours, or spend the rest of your eternity in oblivion, slowly being driven mad by nothingness. Where is this place, anyway? Is it a purgatory? A final resting place for peo...
Freedom Summer, they called it, the summer when three civil rights workers were murdered by a mob of Ku Klux Klansmen. It was the summer after The Beatles splashed on to the American cultural scene and the summer of the '64 New York World's Fair. It was the summer when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, and and the summer before Lyndon Johnson's...
It was Friday night. Jane could barely suppress a smile on the drive home where her husband and Master was waiting for her. Friday nights, the baby was at her parents and they had the whole night and next morning alone to play. She squirmed in her seat thinking about the last couple months and all the things she'd done. He'd been pushing her limits steadily...
I was awake. Blinded by the slivers of sunlight that escaped the bedroom curtain. It wasn't the sun that woke me though. Madeline. Is there anything more beautiful than a woman aroused? It was clear she was trying to be discreet. I guess a moan got loud enough to wake me. If not that then a slight thrumming against the bed. I stare at her, eyebrows rais...
Chapter 1: Hi. My name is Faherty Cumming. I'm going into my senior year of high school. I'm often accused of having a "Better than thou" kind of attitude. As I'm the prettiest girl in the whole school, it isn't just an attitude, it is a fact. I keep a popular vlog going of makeup and fashion tips; I'm always impeccably made up and dressed. It really pays...
You come home and find a note from me, lying on the table. With directions and an address, with a time to be there. . . . And a box. A box containing a slinky black dress. A dress and a note. Amongst scattered rose petals. A note simply saying: "This and nothing else. XOXO" You pull up to a darkened house. In a neighborhood of darkened homes. Your o...
I've lived in some part of Southern California all my life. They don't kid you when they say "sunny" CA, I mean unless you go deliberately looking for snow, a couple hours drive to Big Bear or one of the mountain resorts. There was maybe one time when I was a kid, late 80's I think, where we got a dusting of snow in our driveways, at recess we tried making...
I wrote this for a friend of mine and I who speak frequently about the possibility of meeting in real life. I hope you enjoy. __________________________________ Strolling back from the coffee house, holding hands, we pause at the door to the room. I grab your other hand and pull your arms around my waist, so I can kiss you. It's chaste, at first. Small, q...
I stop outside the bathroom door, feeling myself getting wet as I think about what's about to happen. I smile and open the door. The sound of the water in the shower gets louder as I step into the room and softly close the door. The shower curtain hides you from me...and vice versa. I quietly make my way up and peek around the edge of the curtain knowing wha...
"Oh my God, look at you, Jack," Melanie declared as soon as I let her through the door. My first thought was that my boner was sticking out the flap of my boxers. The sudden interruption had reduced it to a semi, but it could easily be drooping out. I tugged on the T-shirt I'd hastily pulled on, but it didn't reach very far past my waist. "Hi, Melanie," I...