There was no doubt about it. I was lost, well and truly lost. I pulled my car over to the side of the lane and got out the map again. All the little roads looked the same, winding round and round in the middle of no-where. I sighed deeply and pulled out my phone. This was supposed to be a weekend visit to see my best friend, Rachel, and to stage her hen nig...
The sun is hanging low in the western sky as I return home from the battlefield. It is exhausting using my powers as a mage to support our fighters as we push back encampments of orcs and various species of undead encroaching on the gates of our great city of Eastport. Of late they have been blocking the supply routes from the docks outside the gates to our...
Amar died when he was getting into his working clothes just after having had his shower. As had been his practice for more than a decade, he had woken up at a quarter to six, drove over for his daily yoga, returned at seven and spent his daily half an hour with Reena, his wife, sipping herbal tea in their well maintained garden. He had then washed his ca...
Hold me in your arms help me forget the others that came before you I woke up around 5:30am. Too early to be considered normal. Way too early for people who have my job. I woke up with the urge I had every morning. It was primal. It was urgent. It was the need that our primitive ancestors had before credit scores was a thing. It was a need to get fucked. It...
I come to him in the darkness, my heart racing, my hands trembling. Just as you have bidden, my love. It takes all of my courage not to turn and retreat from the room. Instead I brush back the sheer white curtains which surround the bed. He waits for me within, lying back amid the silken sheets, tall and dark and oh-so-handsome. Oh my love, he is handsome!...
Alex and I had been friends forever. We had been neighbour's on the same street, attended the same schools, hung out with the same friends, even dated a few of the same girls. Alex had blonde hair that was kept medium in length, brown eyes, was fairly short for our age, scrawny, and always wore a black toque. Though we were best friends, we were pretty opp...
The story below is entirely fictional, any resemblance with real persons or places is a coincidence. I would like to thank Dawn for editing my story and her time and effort invested in me. If you like this story and the others, please leave a comment! My getaway with Roxann had started off in a wonderful way, and we hadn't even gotten to our room yet...
I was writing one night with the back door open. The heat wave had broken, but my place still got pretty warm. I get a nice cross breeze after dark, so it cools off quicker. Somebody knocked rudely at the screen door, a moment later I heard Jean's voice. 'Ha-looooooo?' And then some giggles. She'd been drinking a little, and was feeling it. More obno...
Dedicated to my next door neighbor, who inspired this with her own late night 'activities'... * The sound of her door slamming woke me. Or at least I think that was it...it could have been her barreling up the stairs at one o'clock in the morning. I'm not really sure. In any case, it doesn't really matter...what matters is that where I had been sleeping, I...
This is my first collaborative story. It's told from the point of view of both my co-author, Chris, and I as we fuck his lovely wife one afternoon. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Peace, Marc * * * Marc I admit I had been a little nervous. I hadn't known what to expect from this man whose e-mails I'd found so intriguing. Chris had contacted me fir...