You thought she was a tiny flame Someone you can play into your nasty games Little did you know, it was too late to say no That tiny flame, you thought so low. She has been through and back from hell, Too bad, you didn't get to know her too well. She walks on burning flames, she owns her fire You took her for granted, set aside her desires. She was misjudged, all the terrible blunder That tiny flame, a scintillating light...

Three men sat around the fire while the fourth trekked for water. They were miles from anything, save each other and the sanctity of the location. The first was speaking, “I was angry, probably more than anything else. It wasn’t just that she dumped me, but that I knew why, that I saw it coming at least a couple months out, but couldn’t do anything about it. All those times she chewed me out for every mistake, I wanted to...

FIRE! That single, shouted word violently altered the trajectory of my day, sending it hurling toward a chaotic tumult. The powers of the universe, allied with Murphy’s Law, sought to undo all my work. Disaster upon calamity struck, repeatedly, and it all began just seconds before “FIRE” was screamed into my ear. With my husband gone, having left early that morning, and the house all to myself for a few hours, I did what...

Standing next to the fire, I removed my shoes and shimmied out of my shorts. The flames flickered as the ash began to glow. I didn't know what had drawn me here, but in my heart, I just knew I had to come here tonight. The beach was deserted, and the moon shone brightly high above, casting a silver glow on the water. I watched the blue, orange, and yellow flames dance before me. Then, I jumped back. Before my eyes, the fl...

Surprise: Sir “I need you to hurt me!” she said. Then she waited. I looked at Marta’s downcast head. As she was sitting on my lap, facing me, with my cock inside her and her arms around me, I grasped her arms and gently pulled them from behind me, then took her hands in mine, turning the palms up. I wanted to look at something I’d noticed earlier, but hadn’t paid much attention to. She tried to pull her arms away, but I h...

It started with a glanceOur eyes met igniting the sparkYour words warmed me deep within my soulLike embers burning softlyKindling the fire that was thought forgotten. In time as we grew to know each other.That spark became a flickering flame,Leaving me to crave more of you like an addictionOne searing kiss was all it took to consume me, mind, body and soulOur hearts beating faster, becoming one. The heat of your kiss is h...

Lieutenant Madeleine Johnson was exhausted, and properly so.   She had earned the right to be fatigued. Sixteen hours she had been here with her team today, most of those hours spent outside on the nondescript lawn in front of the Public Safety Training Facility's low-slung classroom building. Outside, in the piercing penetrating damp cold of the Seattle winter, the sort of cold that seeps into a person’s bones and remove...

Decorated with a fire-scarred five storey concrete building, surrounded with pitted pavement  dotted with all manner of wrecked vehicles--or the husks of those vehicles. Two buses, one articulated, hung forelorn and broken on a hillside, windows long since smashed, tree branches surrounding draped with fire line tape.  No one would ever accuse the City Public Safety Training Facility of being a beautiful thing. Still, Mad...