Alternate reality Stories

Magick or madness? Lust or logic? None of that mattered at that precise moment. Freya’s agile hands, slick with cunt juices, plunged into her oozing pussy, furiously pounding into her sodden hole as the limousine, swerving at a perilous speed, wove in and out of traffic, a foreboding, black Cadillac pursuing, its windows tinted to opacity. The misty, gray rain adhered to the windows of the woman’s limo, a surrogate mirror...

What is real? Philosophy and science merely describe, never define, the fabric of reality, and one’s place in it left nebulous. Pondering the essence of existence, an exercise of mental academia, was, to Freya, a question of paramount import. While the Abenaki and Hindus believe that reality was dreamed into being, others profess that our dream world is as real as our waking one. None of this helped her plight. Where does...

Illusion or delusion? Insanity or reality? Perhaps a higher octave of existence or merely a fractured mind? The ordeals terrified her, at first, and it was a long journey back. No explanation, other than delusional schizophrenia, accounted for her unique experiences. Science, magick, and conjecture only raised more questions, never providing a single answer. Other women her age fretted over dates, lovers, and whether they...

I’d hit a rough patch in my personal life. So I book a week at a Club Med, hoping to get lucky with a willing partner. To find an uncomplicated woman. And I have a few questions weighing on my mind. I do get lucky. Ridiculously lucky. Twice the first day. Wendy is twelve years my junior, a tight little Boston University freshman. She’s all of five feet tall and her three favorite words are, “Fuck! Yeah! Daddy!” The Daddy...

I didn't fall in love with you, I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you. ~ Anon ***** You stick a bookmark into Armistead Maupin and...