Jack exited the study hall; no one was in the hallway at the moment. Jack made a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was for someone to find out what he did, especially Sophie. Jack felt bad for what he had done, but the thought of Ms. Waters overrid...
I was still coming when I got dressed Leggings pulled up over my steamy wet cunt, and my hot heavy breasts encased, straining, wanting to be free Bleary eyed, out of breath, I unlocked the door and the early morning breeze carried my musky sweet scent acr...
"What are you watching?" I pry my gaze away from the screen, where Painkiller has captured my attention. My boyfriend stands at the living room door with a serious expression on his face. "It's a series that delves into a drug-induced crisis surpassing ev...
In the depths of my Dominant's gaze, I witness a captivating surrender to our connection. It's in those mesmerizing moments, when Sir enters that blissful state, that I am truly enraptured. The vulnerability he unveils speaks volumes, revealing his profou...
Chapter Six: The Girl that was not Quite Tessa The snow had begun to fall in earnest long before Tessa reached the first streetside motel she could find, somewhere down Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard. Though not a large dog, the weight of Pickles on one should...
Chapter One: The Beauty of Broken Things Kelso paused for the shot, because it was perfect. It was not the bridge over the river, cloaked in a rolling autumn fog, and it was not the distant, hazy forms of the buildings, gray against a grayer morning sky....
A shaky, short, shallow breath could be heard in the darkness. What sounded like panting began to slow and become full breaths again in the night. A candle, sending the soft fragrance of chamomile throughout the room, which sits upon the dresser opposite...
The floor is cold. It's dark old marble and there are no carpets. But it's ok. It's curing my skin from the heat of my encounter. Everything from this perspective seems immense. I feel little, abandoned by myself between the ruins of an old culture. I sen...
Friday night after work there was a standing invitation to everyone to stop in at the local bar for a few drinks. Some Fridays there were two of us; others, up to fifteen of my co-workers would show up. Some evenings were short; some extended into the ear...
When my wife died from breast cancer five years ago I was devastated. We had been married for nearly forty years, and it had been a good marriage in every way, including a very active and satisfying sex life which gave us both great pleasure. We weren’t s...
Dear You, My eyes are wet just addressing this letter to you, which I may or may not have the courage to send. Things between us have changed. Or rather, I’ve changed. And I’m sorry. You’ve taught me so much over the years: how to drive, play poker, cook...
I let you go, My affliction, Your sweetness gone, An addiction. Hit rock bottom, Cannot hide, Withdrawal feeds, Where love died. Nightmare vultures, Haunting me, Around every turn, It’s you I see. Triggered by greed, Consumed by lust, You’re crushin...
I thought I saw a shadow, Alas, it was nothing but my own. It was right there beside me, Wanting to follow me home. I thought I saw you standing there, In the window watching me sleep. It wasn’t scary nor haunting, But it did make me weep. I still lov...
It was one of those moments that gives a punch of sobriety in the nose after existing for a month or so inside a basic haze. I surveyed the bookshelf for a tome to get lost in when I saw a vision of who I'd been before my wife became my mistress who made...
This is a story set long ago, way back in ye olde 19-2010. It was a different time. Smartphones were fairly new, YouTube kept getting bigger, and I was on the edge of eighteen. It was an amazing summer, even though it started on a sour note. I had been in...
