I lay on the couch and composed myself, closing my eyes and trying to recall the events of the last few hours. My entire body was sore, no part more so than my pussy. I had lost count of the number of cocks it had welcomed. Cum still trickled from my well-fucked hole. My body, front and back, was crusted in dried semen. My nipples ached, my mouth was dry. I tried to connect with my feelings, but exhaustion was making that...

I awoke the other morning in a fog… my body felt drained but lightly euphoric. I got up and sipped a little water from my bedside cup. And as usual… strolled into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. (Yes, I have been sitting down and peeing since my children were toddlers. My inquisitive daughter cured me of standing and peeing when she grabbed it midstream.) I felt really clean and fresh for some reason… almost like...

Eons of eons in the future, or at least what humanity once called the future, earth and all of its inhabitants have long disappeared.  The sun, the beginning, and source of all life exhausted its hydrogen fuel, and, as a result, slowly expanded into a red giant.  Earth, and the other inner planets, had been swallowed up, vaporized.  Only a slowly cooling white dwarf remained to pinpoint where humanity began and once lived...

“I'm sorry ma'am, there’s truly nothing more we can do for him. It's all in God's hands now. In my professional experience I don't see him lasting more than a few more days. I know it’s hard, but we've done the best we can.”The doctor drones on, but I've heard it all before. It seems like a hundred doctors have come through this little room that smells of disinfectant, filling with the hissing sounds of life-support machi...

I loved her dearly, And, With each passing spring the time went by with a lazy, careless ease. In March, the westerly wild winds roared and howled, Bringing her closer with each passing storm. "Love me," she chanted, "Want me," she screamed, And I knew more as time ticked, I would never be free. April came green and glistening gold, The smell of rain, the smell of hope, Petrichor promises blossomed and sprung from the fer...

Sitting in the dust, soul at a lean Heart blistered, eyes seep All her feelings, hopes and dreams Fathoms deep, hidden 'neath flutters of heartbeats. Whispers slice through her cellophane skin Tearing and gaping, flesh rattling in the frenzy Cobwebby thoughts stretch in the raging wind Acid tears of razor blades chafe skin dry and lacy. Dime store mother of pearl, fragile beauty lies beneath Plastic imitation, valueless i...

Even before I open my eyes, I can feel how fuzzy my head is. I’m not in any pain, and I can’t remember what happened to me. I went into this darkness and couldn’t climb out. More worrisome is that now I don’t know where I am. I rub my eyes and search for Charles. Then I see him sitting at the far end of the room. He is pretending to read, but I know he’s watching over me. I sit up from the softness of the bed and notice I...

The gaping chasm beckons, tempting me to just lean a little, Feel the calm from below, the chill that numbs all thoughts and feeling. No more pain or confusion. What a blessing, no more illusions. The silence of emptiness creeps up through my toes, Starves my capillaries. My skin purples, and my heart slows. Catatonic bliss... My tired mind craves that gift. A familiar warmth from behind disrupts my laissez faire. Closing...