The dreams began exactly three months before, on the eve of Ostara. They were sultry, salty wisps that wrapped around Mary’s subconscious while she slept, filling her mind with images of craggy cliffs topped with grasses that waved in the briny breeze and terminated in the breaking waves of a cold, grey sea. Sounds assaulted her, echoing between canyons of rock, sounding like honking or barking. In the roiling waters, sle...

The woman knelt in the middle of the room, as she'd been instructed to. She was naked, her hair pulled back into a secure, clean tail. The tips of her bound hair curled in on themselves and dangled to just below her shoulders, swaying slightly with every breath she took. They were measured, meditative inhales followed by slow, cleansing exhales. There were no clocks in the room, so she wasn't exactly sure how long she'd b...

Kitty's phone pinged with an incoming kik message. It was a change from the hundreds of notifications she'd been getting all day from her Insta feed. Second Saturday always brought more hits. She eyed the screen as she leaned over her makeup table, applying her signature red to plum ombré lips. The sender's name was all she caught before the screen blacked out again; it made her plump, freshly painted lips curve in a slig...

“My God, this is gorgeous, Patrick!” Marissa said, as they pulled up to the secluded lake house. Late afternoon sunlight trickled through the thick canopy above, lending the entire lot a sense of serenity and complete isolation. The house stood tall and grand, native stone covering its exterior from the ground to the slate topped roofs. Large timbers were used as lintel accents over windows and doors, as well as at the co...

A hot, relentless Atlanta summer sun beat down on the cultured stone and marble paving surrounding the azure depths of the pool. The lush greenery at the outskirts cast dense shadow, promising relief from the nearly triple digit temperatures, but Marissa wasn't interested. She was lying on one of the luxury padded chaise lounges, letting the golden god sear her already honey toned skin; her full, naked breasts felt hot an...

Deafening screams Rend complete stillness.Darkness echoes,The void her sole witness. The cell door’s shut tight,The key hidden away.She cries and she pleads,But no one hears, to her dismay. Alone. Bereft and discarded. Forgotten. But she still remembers, Still feels and recalls,What it felt like to beSafe in His arms. He's not coming back. She knows. She's made peace. Perhaps someday, some way,She hopes, she prays,Another...

The entire week, Marissa had been leaving the house early and arriving late. Early and late enough to avoid Benji. It wasn't fear, she kept telling herself. She just didn't want to give into the temptation he represented. It was bad enough that she couldn't stop thinking of him. So, she'd been packing a tote and going to the gym, then spending the rest of the day out. She was playing it safe. Patrick had been scheduled fo...

Marissa Weiss very much enjoyed her mid morning run. On that Monday, her trainers pounded the smooth, black asphalt of this suburban residential street, one of a vast network in her upper middle class neighborhood. Mature oaks, poplars and sycamores spread their generous canopies over lush, well tended yards, creating a forest in the outskirts of Atlanta. The road wasn't anywhere near flat, with hills and dips that challe...

The warmth of summer sun has faded Now the abyss of night encroaches Shrouding the forgotten corners of the world From the innocent eyes of honest folk The burbling sounds of life fade Replaced by the scream of silence The ringing in your ears. This is her Kingdom. The stifling stillness is shattered Punctured by the clockwork countdown The click of heels Click, click, click, click The sound that captures you Entraps and...

I walked into the darkly glamorous bathroom, a glittering, glistening mess after the last two hours of nonstop dancing. Black glass tile on the walls and floor reflected the white and pink lights recessed in fixtures above, creating a slightly trippy effect. Riding high on the little blue pills from earlier, the lighting felt like electric sparklers skipping down my oversensitive skin. I giggled to the sinks and mirrors,...

Once again awake,Disturbed from fitful slumber.Images, visions, near memoriesOf something thought dead.Something that never really was.A ghost.I'm haunted by my own desireFor something impossible;Like dragon's blood and fairy dust,Something beyond this world.A fantasy.I toss and turnAnd the ceiling shadows change.Lightening, brightening,As the hours play witness to my coveting.A craving.Until with a sigh, I relent.Eyes cl...

The workshop existed in a world of heat and light all its own. Patiently, Eve turned her blowpipe, expertly heating the carefully shaped multicolored layers of molten glass. Her lean, muscled arms held the pipe steady as she twisted it, watching through the glory hole as the glass began to glow faintly inside the furnace. The room was hot enough so that she worked in a ribbed white tank top, with a ragged but well fitting...

I've been screaming your name in my head all day. You've just finished giving me an earth-shattering orgasm with your very talented mouth, and now I'm straddling you. My hands are in your hair, my tongue is in your mouth, and my hot, wet pussy is grinding against your cock. You feel so damned good , so hard and slick with my juices. I could take you inside me in half a second, fill myself with your hard shaft to the hilt...

Jake spent the next two days pondering his next move and suffering his lust. If his incomprehensible desire for Ryan was strong before, it was a nearly uncontrollable blaze now. His dreams featured her naked, wanting, that luscious body that the drying sheet had only hinted at on display for his eyes, hands and mouth. He woke up in trembling sweats the first night, a raging hard on tenting his covers. He'd lost count of t...

The sky was tinged in oranges, pinks and purples as the last rays of the sun gave way to the inky black of night. Jake checked his reflection one last time in the small mirror over his wash stand, running a hand over his freshly shaved chin and smoothing unruffled hair. He'd washed and changed after the work day, the button up dress shirt a novelty in the wilds of the west. The trousers were still just trousers, if perhap...