East of Nowhere Part 8- After the Fight in Sacred Hills

A bright green light starts shooting from Winters fingertips, Sasha’s flesh starts to meld back together and stops pouring blood. Gerald still holding her hand, starts running his fingers across her hand, marveling at how smooth her skin is even though she obviously worked hard and had a hard life. The magic is taking a … Read more

Dad’s Friends part 2

I found them at the kitchen table, Dad slumped over a coffee mug that definitely wasn’t holding coffee, his knuckles white around the ceramic. Uncle Rick sat across from him, fingers steepled under his chin like some bargain-bin detective in a crime drama. The air smelled of burnt toast and something sharper, whisky. Uncle Rick’s … Read more

ENGAGED WOMAN NEEDS EX-HUSBAND TO SIGN DIVORCE PAPERS

Dan and Sylvia had been seeing each other for somewhere around fourteen months, and living together for about half that amount of time. They’d developed a nice, comfortable relationship that seemed to fit them perfectly… and, for them, date night after work on Fridays had become a pleasant weekly tradition they both quite looked forward … Read more

Will’s new home: Part 4

Will sat on his couch, his hand quickly stroking his five and half inch teenaged dic. He continued stroking his erect cock, meanwhile starring at the assortment of porn magazines strewn out on the coffee table before him. Right now, Will had on only his green t-shirt, and had thrown his boxers and shorts in … Read more

Dads Friends 3

The front door crashed open at exactly 11:07, I knew because the digital clock on my nightstand blinked the numbers in acid-green while the sound of splintering wood travelled up the stairs. Dad’s laugh came first, wet and unravelling at the edges, followed by the heavy thud of boots being kicked off haphazardly. Glass clinked … Read more

Taxi Driver 2

Three weeks and god knows how many showers later, I could still smell him under my fingernails. The scent lingered like cheap cologne, musky, sour, clinging stubbornly to the grooves of my cuticles no matter how hard I scrubbed. I pressed my palms to the steamed mirror, wiping a clearing through the condensation with trembling … Read more

HUSBAND SURPRISES WIFE WITH A HUGE BLACK COCK FOR HER BIRTHDAY

Abbigail let out a guttural moan as she creamed all over her husband’s thrusting hard-on. Her husband, Spencer, slowed down for a few beats while she enjoyed her warm, tingly orgasm… then picked up the pace and resumed pounding away between her legs again. After only a few more strokes, his breathing began to catch… … Read more

Our Grown-Up Little Girl

It’s no surprise: rich perverts can easily find a hidden corner of the Web to buy young women. Pay tens of thousands of dollars for a “storage cabinet,” as it would appear to the blissfully ignorant, and expect to receive your own little traumatized trafficking victim. I’m as rich as the typical buyers, but unlike … Read more

The Taxi Driver

“Nah, I’m good, promise!” I laughed, wobbling slightly as I waved off my friends’ drunken protests. The sidewalk felt uneven under my strappy heels, or maybe that was just the vodka red-bulls talking. “Taxi’s already here. Text you when I’m home, yeah?” The taxi door swung open with a sticky squeak, releasing a wave of … Read more

In the Morning (Sequel to Insomniac Father)

The sun rose up slowly; small rays leaked through the second floor window blinds and lit up the bruised form of a young girl. A red hand print was visible on her left cheek; dark marks that would become even darker bruises were showing up around her wrists and about her thin ankles. Even a … Read more

The Valedictorian Part Five

Part Five The afternoon at the beach was a mixture of awkwardness and excitement. John and David both laid with me. John tried to be affectionate toward me, stealing kisses, even kissing my nipple through my top when David wasn’t looking, but I was always a bit hesitant. It was almost like I felt bad … Read more

Speeding Tickets Are No Fun.

The following Story is Fictional it was just supposed to be one meeting and done, at least that’s what they told me last night. ” FUCK ITS 9AM.” I roll over almost falling out of my bed, frantically trying to locate my shoes, moving box after box, ” They have to be here somewhere.” Tissue … Read more

The White Phoenix: The Honeymoon Chapter

We sat on the floor of the hotel suite that we would be spending the next week and a half in for our honeymoon. Surrounded by a collection of cliché honeymoon night items like champagne and chocolate strawberries, discarded items of clothing, and suitcases we didn’t dare touch until the morning after, we held each … Read more