The ship creaked eerily against the docks, the haunting sounds echoing deep within. Morgan sat hunched over her table, drowning in merchant papers and tariffs as the candlelight glowed and flickered golden around her and the cabin. She was staring at the numbers willing her brain to function, but her wandering mind wouldn't comply. Instead, Morgan was fa...
Mid-September, 2019. Near Seattle, Washington. "It's funny, but I don't want you to go, Morgan," her therapist said with a warm smile. "No. I understand. We've gotten very close over the last three years," the woman she'd been working with over that period of time replied. "We're not supposed to get attached to our patients, but we're just human beings wi...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
He just had to get a craving for pizza in the middle of the night, when all the delivery services were down and done for the day. Really, it couldn't have waited until the next day, like any reasonable desire for food, nooo, he had to have pizza right now. Morgan continued his internal self-depreciating grumbling as he walked on the side of the road, checki...
Author's Note: Many thanks for the kind remarks on the first installment! Please note that part II contains water sports and some pooping, but no scat. All characters in this story are eighteen years or older and are entirely fictional; any similarities to actual persons are entirely coincidental. Enjoy! *** She feels it deep in her stomach, that unbearabl...
Chapter Two: Intensive Care The Next Day Baghdad, Iraq "Oh thank God. I thought it was gonna be oatmeal or grits." "Hey, you ain't that busted up," said the other soldier as he placed the tray over Morgan's lap. "And I don't know about you intel types, but torture's illegal in this hospital." Morgan smiled as the soldier left, then leaned forward to sme...
Maria is my wife. We dated for almost 18 months before we got married. During that year and a half, we quickly learned that we both had an insatiable appetite for sex. Since puberty hit me, I have had to ejaculate at least twice a day just to keep comfortable. When I fail to do so, almost without fail I will awake in the middle of the night from an erotic dr...
Morgan and I clung together at the front door, me still in my bathrobe, her in clothes from a day or two ago. She buried her head into my shoulder, shaking like a leaf. I worked my way slowly backwards, pulling her into the house, nudging the door shut with my toes. When I got her into the dining room, I made tea. Chamomile, her favorite. Morgan didn't get f...
Author's Note: Again, no smut here, but it'll come! More importantly: This chapter includes some very serious topics. Please understand that while this will ultimately be a fun, racy fantasy, I take none of the real-world issues herein lightly. No disrespect is intended in any way. Chapter One: Valor January, 2009 Baghdad, Iraq "No, no, no, I joined up...
My name is Robert. I want to tell you about something that I've dreamed of for a long time and only just came true. I'd been waiting a long time for that night. I had first opened up a dialogue with my wife about bringing another woman into the bedroom in the first year of our marriage. It's always been a very intense fantasy of mine, especially since I had...