The Letter – Final

"Pain, humiliation, Lying, love, and every othr emotion swirled aound. How could Eric and Marci survive or could they?"

I did not sleep.I was so worried about Eric kicking me out. My God, I cheated on my husband for twenty years. I fucked another man over a thousand times and gave him twice that number of blowjobs. Looking back,...

The Sordid Ballad of Katy Thompson

"Katy weaves a web of lies, fucking both her boyfriend Marcus, and his mentor Dr. Wu"

Katy's breath hitched as Dr. Wu's expert fingers slipped under her scrubs, tracing the curve of her breast. The supply closet was cramped, the air thick with desire and the antiseptic scent."We shouldn't," she whispered, even as she arched into...

Are These Tears Of Sadness, Tears Of Laughter, Tears Of Rage Or Am I Merely Sweating?

"Three Men In Pain. One hides it by laughter, the other through rage, the last through quiet. They share their stories with one another."

Three men sat around the fire while the fourth trekked for water. They were miles from anything, save each other and the sanctity of the location.The first was speaking, “I was angry, probably more than anything else. It wasn’t just...

Naked Truths

"Lucille experiments with unconventional therapy, determined to discover her true life purpose."

‘I’m not at liberty to say.’Karloff smiled, touched by Lucille’s resistance. ‘Well, it’ll be my pleasure to liberate you.’‘No, but.’‘But nothing. You know the rules, Lucille. We just signed them.’‘Okay, I can…’‘No second chances. I punish each refusal to be...

Marooned – Chapter Eight

"It's make or break for the castaway couple when secrets and betrayals are finally exposed..."

Laura walked back to the camp, her head full of so many thoughts about what had passed between Graham and herself during the many months they’d spent together on their island. She’d originally seen him almost as some kind of...

The Politician

"Lies, damn lies and masturbation"

'Ready for Rasha' screams the social media hype.I am ready; splayed like a sacrificial virgin in my boudoir, thighs flung wide, buttocks clenched and raised as my insistent fingers massage my obsequious clit and my cunt weeps tears of liquid...

Guilt

"Cheating is easy—coping with your conscience isn't."

I slam the car door shut and impatiently wait for the taxi driver to open the trunk. I know I’ve been bad company on the drive. Feels terrible. Lost in recollections, re-running the past few hours over and over in...

"It doesn't hurt me," I find myself murmuring. Nothing hurts anymore, not the way it used to. I don't miss the way your lips felt as they pressed softly against mine, nor do I miss the soft velvet heat of your...