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Lily's First Time

What should be a special day goes badly awry...

The house was practically shaking, so loud was the music at Lily’s eighteenth birthday party. Her parents had told her that the volume had to come down at eleven, and if the police were called, she would be in big trouble, so she was watching the time car...

An Afternoon In The Hospice

A Spaniard turns to a friend in her hour of need

It wouldn’t be long now. She knew. She made sure to sit up as much as she could. She tried so, so hard to walk and, with a stick, could make it to the nurse’s station. But, sometimes, she could not even eat solid food and had to be fed on a drip. Two year...

Truth Or Dare?

The chaotic result of meeting up with someone from a chatroom

“Truth or Dare?” "Truth." “What’s the worst sex you ever had?” “Oh god,” I laugh, my face burning scarlet with my hands covering my face. I look up and remember. Back at the turn of the millennium, when MSN chatrooms were hotbeds of lust and cybering, I h...

A Bookish Love Story

she wanted him, as a man, and wanted him now.

  The dream had returned--so had the eyes. They hovered in an angry sky just above the horizon, seeing everything but focusing on nothing.Amy knew those eyes—knew a time when they’d been filled with happiness and a love of life. But that had been before h...

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Each nightI watch you struggle in your sleep.And I sit in the darkness,helpless. Consumed with memoriesof our love past.Days we'd find anywherewe could lay naked together. Passion, pleasure, lust and love.Before the sickness, this disease.Our physical lov...

Daddy

She grew up with eyes for her father. She never grew out of loving him so much.

I remember being a little girl; my father would pick me up in his muscular arms. I’d giggle and hug him tight around his neck because he’d always try to swing me around or throw me up, but all I wanted was his arms around me. I was the biggest Daddy’s Gir...