This is the prelude to a short series of stories based around a love lost. Please be gentle with comments this is my first attempt. * The beginning of innocence lost. It was the summer of '89, and although my memories of a few precious hours with you still seemed clear and crisp in my mind from the previous year, my imagination was working overtime as t...
I. Can't. Stop. Can't stop thinking of him. Can't stop looking at photos of him. Can't stop imagining his hands on me. It's driving me fucking mad. All I ever want, all I'll ever need is HIM. And when I can't be with him, I don't want to be with anyone. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be alive. I live for him. Only for him. For the way he looks...
Zayla walked into her favorite NYC hot spot, The Volt. The dim lit club reeked of cigarette smoke and sex. The walls were adorned with pictures of erotic art and naked photos of couples. The rooms were draped with heavy curtains separating each room, the tables were covered with red linen cloths and candle centerpieces. Zayla checked herself in the hallw...
She opens his email and reads: "Look what our friend sent us." Attached to his email is a black and white photo of a woman, if she can be called a woman. She is twenty-one. He had told her about this young girl, that he had been messaging with her, making her cum in the bathroom of the hostel she was staying at, through his messages alone. She imagines the g...
Kate was working her night shift when around 3 AM a patient was brought in. A tall dark haired man with a slim lean body who was heavily intoxicated. The blood tests showed he had high amounts of marijuana and alcohol in his system. He was put under her care until he sobered up. The man seemed half conscious and was laying in the bed motionless. Kate could...
Whack, whack, whack came the nonstop rhythm from the living room off 222 Oak Street in Middletown Connecticut. It was the tapping of April Kennedys hickory wood crop hitting her knee-high leather boots. She didn't know if she was pissed or worried. At the moment the not knowing of where her pet was, was not sitting well with her at all. He was usually pretty...
This is all fictional and everyone is 18 or older, hope you enjoy. Note: This will be a series of short stories, so there will be cliffhangers and the length of the stories will be short, and in this part there is a little sexual content. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I thought it was all a dream, but it turned out to be a weird reality. I'm Ric...
Wendy leaned back on the bed and raising her arms casually overhead, extended her long and lithe body into a luxurious cat like stretch, pulling her knees to her chest, letting out a satisfied moan of delight at how good it felt. A refreshing breeze came through the open window of her third-floor apartment, making the sheers dance. It felt cool as it sailed...
She was was a graduate and scholar in Mythology and Occult studies at Cloverton University, Essex, United Kingdom. Twenty six years old, Penelope Godfrey, or "Penny" for short. She had spent most of her life in the safe comforts of the university studying and researching with hardly any time for a social life. The occult studies was her life. A true prodi...
Over a year ago I was wandering around my girlfriend's home, trying out my new phone and its recording capabilities. By the time I got to the bathroom, I was vaguely aware of my girlfriend walking around in there, but it wasn't enough to make me stop. The door was open, so I figured nothing extremely private was going on. Then I walked in on my girlfriend...