Free at last, free to do what I want, go where I want, and be me. After the religious tyranny my family had imposed on me over the last five years, I needed to find myself again. I used to be easygoing and carefree before Dad brought home Samuel. Samuel was a Jehovah's Witness elder. Mom and Dad had fallen under his spell and were curious about everything Samuel told them. Before I knew what was happening, my life changed...

I reviewed my plan one last time. Tonight had to be perfect. It was time to show Randy a Valentine's night he'd never forget. In the mirror, my eyes sparkled, and a mischievous grin was reflected back at me. Randy and I had been dating for three years. Rumor was that Randy had been seen leaving a jewelry store after purchasing a ring. I looked down at my hand with its perfectly manicured nails and decided to remove all bu...

I am here because I choose to be here. I am where I want to be. It is not by any force other than my own free will that the actions dictating my state are what they are. I do not believe in a singular event or circumstance taking on weight so dense that it changes the course of one’s path. Call it destiny, call it fate. It is mere fact that any one person can enter your life with such impact that they forever remain just...

He settles himself, letting the hardened cock lay in his palm for a moment before swaddling his hand around its girth. He admires its delicacy, tenderly tracing the veins that run like some type of erotic roadmap. With a squeeze, he can feel the thrumming pulse through his fingertips. It matches his own. Ashton looks up to see a single bead of spittle dangling at the end of an elongated strand of drool. It glistens—for a...

Patiently I waitWill tonight be the nightThe night we have so oft dreamt ofPlease come through the doorMy heart can’t be wrong again I look at the clockThe minutes crawl pastTaunting me with every tickThis time will be different I prayMy heart can’t be wrong again Sheer silk encases my legsBlood red, the color of my sacrificeBlazing the trail to my coreI’ve mistaken lust for passion once beforeMy heart can’t be wrong agai...

They weren’t ever supposed to beMore than those three words… I love you They were supposed to remain hidden,Buried in the secrets of our skin,Camouflaged by the furtive touches,Safely shieldedBehind the depth of our stare. But they bubbled to the surface,Penetrated every other time they had been saidIn some platonic peck of affection,And they weren’t just spoken,They spilled from your lipsLike they had weight,A gravity pu...

Shall I compare thee to a summer rose? I’d rather be the woman from Nantucket, I said if you wrote me sonnets of love,  I'd end up being sick in a bucket.   There are hundreds and thousands of songs about Love, I’d quote them if I could.  But some people round here are very strict about that,  So I really don’t think that I should.   The B52s, the band, not the plane, Said there was a shack down the lane.  A shack full of...

I stepped out of Maureen's car as she handed me my sleeping bag. She asked, "Are you sure about this? You do know what happened out here?" "Maur, if I don't do this, then Layla and the rest will think I'm just a coward and never allow me to live it down. Besides, I don't believe in all those stories. There isn't anything out here except a road with a name that scares people." "I don't think so, Rach. I've heard all the st...

Sinead slammed the front door and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Her mother raised her eyes as the bedroom door slammed too. In her room, Sinead sat on the bed, rocking herself slowly backwards and forwards. Her long dark hair hung over her face. The dark eye makeup was smudged from the flow of tears she had been wiping hurriedly away on the run home. Her mother tentatively knocked on the door. “Go away!” She listened until...

Another purple sunrise, I’ve seen too many to count. I used to think that this time of the morning held magic. The way the sun momentarily stays hidden behind the horizon, sending up her rays in a lavender ombre canopy bidding the stars to rest. Like the details of a finished canvas. Now, the brilliance is mostly a reminder of a fast-paced lifestyle that is probably unsustainable. Probably. As the colors filter in through...

Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew. Our color! But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its petals to kiss your sun? What flower won’t dance with your breezes? What flower shelters from your sweet rain? What flower shuns your kinky bees? We poppies grok our M...

You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so.  I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure. Delicate. Now, with his hard cock buried inside me in this random field of poppies, I try to memorize the moment, the feel of him deep, throbbing. He looks at me for who I truly am, not how I once was...