With thanks to every_horizon for the encouragement and editing. ------------------- The train is late. I look out of the window and see... nothing. The hiss of the rain sounds louder than the engine so we must be moving very slowly, the small rickety carriage rattling quietly along. The late summer evening that had tempted me out in a skirt had broken int...
I may have been drunk, but I was sober enough to wonder how I had gotten myself into such a position. Last I remember, I was at the club, Black Lacy's, stood up and drinking at the bar all by my lonesome when a girl in black slacks and a silk button down shirt gives me the eye from across the way. She's slender and flat-chested, but I'm drunk and horny, my d...
His face reddened, veins visible at his temples, eyes closed, and teeth clenched as Vinny grunted, releasing a load of sperm onto a picture of an 18 year old vixen in the pages of the "Barely Legal" magazine that lay in front of him on his bedroom floor. The 51-year-old man lay back on his bed to catch his breath. He finally felt somewhat relaxed. His wife A...
I waited nervously on the porch of her dorm. I gave the lapels of my tux one last tug and looked through the window of the door. Where was she? We were going to miss our dinner reservation if she didn't hurry. I was just taking a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket when the door opened behind me. "Sean! You promised you wouldn't smoke tonight!" She scolded...
(Continued from Princil's Magic Chapter 1) Ishtral considered Princil's words. He was like a son. They were close, but now she turned her attention to the issue, she realised there had for a long time been something which had kept them apart. She had sensed, but never interpreted, the glances and occasional gaze from her husbandson. She was reminded that he...
= The Nightmare = by Jeanne D'eau and Cespenar AUTHOR'S NOTE: The original seed of this tale came from a fellow writer here who asked me for a critique and to possibly illustrate or do a graphic version of it at some point. The basic concept and storyline is Cespenar's; I fleshed out the characters, backstories and settings and made a few changes. I do no...
It was never my idea to start seeing a therapist rather it was my older sister, Sarah who made the suggestion to me. She even went as far as recommending someone she had heard was very good with "my type". Feeling somewhat despondent after my recent break up with my long time girlfriend I guess she took notice of my subtle but noticeable withdrawal from my u...
I plopped down on the couch next to Andrea who was busy watching Nika pace back and forth in her bra and panties. Nika's rum and coke steady spilling out of one side of the glass and then the other. "I am sick and tired of these broke ass...broke down, no good man-whores thinking they own us! I NEED SOME SPACE? What the hell is that suppose to mean? We just...
A note to the observant: Almost all city names are false; they were taken from a variety of fantasy sources. All characters are based on real people, so it is no coincidence that they are the strongest part of the story. Names, and sometimes personality and personal history, have been modified to protect the innocent. The events of this story, however, are c...
There she was; my wife was dancing with four nearly naked men on a stage in front of dozens of cheering women and men. Amber, my wife, had surprised me one Friday evening. Our normal routine was to end work in downtown Detroit and head home together. But not this Friday night. I picked up Amber from her job as a public affairs officer and was told we were c...