We’ve all heard the saying, ‘good and evil exist in every single human being.’ History, culture, and religion have tried to show us what’s good and what’s evil. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote about these struggles in his famous novel, Strange Case of Dr. Je...
Lovely isn’t it? To be so naive Walking in denial Ignoring what is we Forgetting the promises To never forget From reminding me daily Of all your naughty secrets Keeping me panting And wanting much more To only the occasional Come here, dirty...
(Three weeks later, and we find Jim has moved out to a hotel. He and Mel have been seeing each other for three Friday nights, and she stays over but goes back to Alice on Saturday. We catch them as she's leaving on a Saturday morning.) “Jim, I’ll see you...
I have always found it hard to get into the Christmas Spirit. I could never understand why people would put themselves in debt, for gifts that in a week or two, would be placed in a pile of unused items. Besides, people become all cheerful on Christmas, b...
“Do you trust me?” he questions.“Completely.” she sighs. As he ties the ropes tighter Her body complies. “You want it?” he coaxes. “No, Sir.“ she denies. “You need it.” he tells her. “Yes, Sir.” she replies.“Do you feel that?“he asks her.“Harder!” she cri...
“Do you trust me?” he questions.“Completely,” she sighs. As he ties the ropes tighter Her body complies.“You want it?” he coaxes. “No, Sir,“ she denies. “You need it,” he tells her. “Yes, Sir,” she replies. “Do you feel that?“ he asks her.“Harder!” she cr...
This is a happy poem, Because I'd rather be happy than sad, Rather smile than be mad. I prefer the sun to the rain, To bask in pleasure, Rather than drown in pain. Try to steal my joy and you will always fail, My heart is ever strong and always will preva...
I woke up to a text from Amber “Morning baby how'd u sleep?” I got up and headed to the bathroom to relieve myself not texting her back. I was standing there doing my business and remembering the awesome night I just woke up from. I got done and headed to...
I am sopping wet from the rain when you knock on my door. You let me in without a word. You feel a few cool drops splash on you as I pass tantalizingly close, only shooting you a precise, knowing look, for the briefest of seconds. I walk down your hallway...
Hi everybody. I’ve read many stories of yours, so this is gonna by my contribution here as I’m about to start a story of my own. First thing first I wish to introduce myself: Juan, I’m Juan, a shy Spaniard guy -not too talkative or chatty- with an ath...
