Brian simultaneously loved and hated the fact that Lisa was so fucking good with technology. On the one hand, she never had to ask him to fix a problem with the TV, a computer, or a household appliance. On the other hand, she liked to add little "surprises" to his phone that made his already hard cock even harder. Almost daily, Lisa would make him watch videos or look at pictures of her being fucked by or sucking the cock...

Despite it happening often, Brian never felt prepared for the sight of a strange car in the driveway. Today, he was equally unprepared. The black sedan, parked behind Lisa's car brought a humiliated flush to his cheeks and got his cock hard, the way it always did. Brian had known, from the first night he'd taken Lisa out, that their relationship would not be an exclusive one. Having never been with a sexually liberated wo...

Chapter Six: The Girl that was not Quite Tessa The snow had begun to fall in earnest long before Tessa reached the first streetside motel she could find, somewhere down Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard. Though not a large dog, the weight of Pickles on one shoulder and the pack on the other, combined with the whipping of the freezing wind had her trudging along tiredly. The new jacket was dusted with a light covering of snow and...

Chapter One: The Beauty of Broken Things Kelso paused for the shot, because it was perfect. It was not the bridge over the river, cloaked in a rolling autumn fog, and it was not the distant, hazy forms of the buildings, gray against a grayer morning sky. It was not the dark waters of the river itself, lapping along endlessly in their dance, or even the fog-cloaked hulk of the East River Ferry, in the distance that made th...

December 22nd: The Pageant The childhood fantasies of being a pageant queen came rushing back, just as those of being on the float had the day before. Twelve women, representing the traditional Twelve Days of Christmas, and each one of them shared the dream. Some of them, like Sasha and Marcy, had been the queen already. It was one more silly tradition and more reason that there was no place like Christmas at Christmas. W...

While she drove home, she called Brad. “Got any plans for dinner?” she asked. “None.” “I’ll stop in town and bring something back. Alright?” she asked. “You’re the best!” “I know. Maybe you can thank me later?” she teased. “Gladly.” She brought home dinner, and they ate it in the little dining room, but as they dined Christmas looked at the empty chairs and remembered. Seven years, but not one of them passed without that...

December 13th: Coming Home As the snowfall intensified, adding another layer of white to the already blanketed stretch of country road, Christmas slipped on her gloves, her hat, and opened the car door with a frustrated sigh. Her sneakers were not meant for the sudden cold, wet crunch of the snow that they sank into when she stepped out of the car. It was bitter, biting through her thin socks as she trudged to the back of...