Frantic Stories

Brock returned to the bunker, winded. “I got more ammo for the AR,” he hollered. “Good,” Brittany shouted back. “Load me up some magazines! This hunting rifle is overkill.” He loaded as fast as he could, but couldn’t keep his mind on his task. Brittany looked so sexy in her shorts and tight tank top, nipples clearly visible in the sweaty fabric, his head swam. Every time she shot, her breasts and ass jiggled. He finally h...

A blazing sun caressed ripe and ready cornfields. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny colour. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land. Nothing moved. Except for Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal for a solitary young man. An official track lay two fields...

Across the bed the two bodies sprawled, each covered with a glow of sweet sweat. His leg was atop hers while her hand softly stroked his cheek. The sunlight came through the window; blinds casting contour shadows across the curves of their bodies. Bedding was strewn on and off of the bed and the sweet scent of sexual musk was heavy.“Water, love?” he asked.“Yes, but only if you don’t have to move.”“Well that’s not going to...

They let me finish my cigarette and glass of wine which I appreciated very much. I sat very still on the bed smoking and sipping the wine while they watched me intently. A few minutes earlier when he locked the motel room door and I heard the lock click, I felt just a little fear, but that now gave way to excitement. The guys remaining in the room of this cheap, motel had seen me perform for about an hour. They saw what I...