Bertie sat waiting, even if he hadn’t known where he was. The room was spacious and gray, the carpet was gray (With a spiral pattern if one looked closely enough), and he sat in one of two gray armless chairs that faced a desk. He assumed it was an office, though he couldn’t tell whose office it was. Not his own, of course, as a restaurant manager he was lucky if he could fit two people seated comfortably. He couldn’t see...

As she stood in the pouring rain, getting increasingly drenched, Celeste thought wryly back to the afternoon three years ago when she had first applied to volunteer at the Paris Olympics. On applying, she had pictured herself handing out medals. She’d imagined that maybe she’d be in charge of sharpening fencing swords or helping the equestrian horses or some other cool role like that. But no. Here she was, holding the umb...

He sits alone, lost in his thoughts, Dreaming of her, his coworker, so hot. Her sexy body, it drives him wild, Every curve, every inch, his mind beguiled. He longs to touch her, to feel her skin, To taste her lips, to be within. His desires burn, aching and deep, He wants her, his fantasies to keep. He imagines her, in so many ways, On top, from behind, in a passionate haze. He yearns to explore, every position, Their bod...

I found myself walking barefoot along a jagged path, with walls of rocks to my left and a fiery abyss to my right. The heat which surrounded me was making my body sweat, with beads forming on my skin, making it glisten in the glow of the flames. I was wearing a long, clear satin gown that seemed to flow effortlessly, it moved with my body, so soft and weightless like a feather. My body was visible through the fabric as it...

Jordina couldn't stand another day feeling like this. She had not slept properly in weeks. In the month since the incident at the sanitorium, sleep had departed her, and she barely left the apartment. She had clammed up amongst her family and was not really speaking to anyone at all. Now, her brother, Biel, knew what had happened, as he had been there at the time. Her parents knew the outline of the incident, as they had...

We were walking through the park, I’m in shorts and a tee shirt. I look over and see you holding on to my arm, a little flowery sundress billowing in the breeze. I think to myself, “Did she listen to her orders? Is she naked underneath?” I reach my hand back and run it up under your dress. I can feel your hot wetness running down your thigh. She is my good girl, after all. My fingers run up your thigh. I feel the heat com...

In my slumber I remember Dark as the night With a flicker of light. ~•°•~ Your scent of musk Wafted at dusk I can't be fooled That's overruled. ~•°•~ I felt your presence It may be no sense You're nowhere near But I felt you here. ~•°•~ The bed depressed A spot that's best Only for you There'll be no one new. ~•°•~ Your darkened gaze Beneath the haze Watched me sleep Dreaming in the deep. ~•°•~ You held my hand With our p...

Brody Barlow decided to rent out a cabin in the woods for one month to help him recover from the nervous breakdown he recently experienced. His boss had placed him on an indefinite leave of absence and had recommended an extended vacation. This cabin, suggested by a coworker, was a lakeshore property surrounded by forest. There was a dock and a private boathouse. The nearest neighbors were about a half mile away. The town...

There was a knock on the door, Abigail jumped out of her bed, yelling, "One second!" wrapped her naked body up in a blanket and proceeded to the door. Disoriented from being woken up and confused as to who could be at her door, she walked down the hallway to the door, taking a look through the peephole. “Fuck,” she whispered. Standing on the other side of the door was Bane. "Fuck," she said again before making sure she wa...

In my village, there is a place on the beach where my ancient ancestors etched carvings into large boulders. Most of the petroglyphs are only visible at low tide when the ocean recedes far enough to reveal the mysterious markings. My Auntie tells me that our people used to tell stories about these carvings but when Colonizers came to Alaska, they punished us for speaking our native language. When our collective voices wer...