Heather can hear you. Human brain waves broadcast all sorts of signals. But, generally, no one can hear them; no one has the receiver. Heather is the exception. Heather, you see, was born with a receiver. This evening, Heather was at a local bar, alone, a...
Teetering on the edge of passing out, the last thing Gavin wants is another hit of weed. Cassie's got him so worked up though, the only thought driving him is an obsession to get into her pussy. She's all but sucked the resistance out of him, so with litt...
It is a rainy Saturday afternoon. Both Bruce and Lynn are bored. They don’t know each other yet, but individually decide to go to a local bar hoping to find some social interaction. Lynn and Bruce sitting a chair apart at the bar, away from others. Th...
The frightening thing was that the only current sensation I felt from Sara, the young drowned girl, was that ripple of wonder as she smelled flowers, and I only knew she sensed lilacs because I smelled them too at that moment. Other than that, everything...
I should have shown some compassion. At least I should have held back my sarcastic comments and kept from twisting the knife in Anne’s wound. In hindsight, I was a lousy friend to her, and the outcome of the whole thing makes my guilty conscience even wor...
The email from Professor Denton was waiting for Jason when he woke up the next morning. Jason,Your report from last night was very complete and Professor Suarez and I are pleased with the results. We realize now that we should have let you know that the k...
“What notes?” “Oh c’mon! The notes! You know, the ones you kept sending to me at work, trying to scare the crap outta me!” “Huh?” “Seriously?” I could see the genuine confusion in Thomas’s face. The dawning realization forced me to ask the question I didn...
Breaking Down The Door Fuck I'm wet, I'm in a sweatMy heart is racingPounding at the door that I knowIs about to open wide My breath is harsh as I grunt and groanI sometimes hold it as I pause...Then release it in tiny gasps of raw pleasure That spills in...
TRUST ME It's written in big, black letters on a piece of card stock. It's the second one I've received this week. The first one had three little words on it: I WANT YOU I called a friend of mine and told her what was going on. I asked her if any of our f...
As some of you know "Stockholm Story" is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty...
My Memory... I am so not a morning person and today was not any different. I barely opened my eyes, trying to decide if I should get up or not. My hands feel around the bed and I realize that you are not by my side. I think to myself that maybe you have g...
