My tears were dry Gone, with yesterday’s pain Like morning dew They were lost in the rain. Perhaps I was free Or rather suppressed Memories of her And my love, gone to rest. But come from the dark In unwelcome pain Loneliness and sorrow To rest in my brain. And again, I’m reminded Of the joy that was lost And the bleak shadows Of her tomorrow's loss. So, to amber protection And alcohol’s bliss I drink to her And pour her...

I awoke peacefully and relaxed. Good sex will do that for a man, and the sex Heather and I shared the night before was the best we’d had in years. The sight of Sarah and her boyfriend fucking in their backyard was one I don’t think either of us was ever going to forget. And yet, it felt strange to think of sex with Heather as fucking. She’s my wife. Any other time, I would’ve thought of it as making love. But that isn’t w...

Three weeks passed since Robert last saw Pree. He’d spoken to her husband, Ro, a few times, and it was clear he was unaware of Robert’s attempted seduction of his wife. That was promising, he thought. But that didn’t mean she would change her mind, or even that she wasn’t angry at him for trying to sleep with her. It was late summer, and a warm, monsoonal storm was blowing in. The wind and rain were heavy and expected to...

It was a warm and sunny morning. Pree was finishing some light dusting, feeling pleased that her household work would be light that day. Her husband worked hard, providing everything she could want. And she, as a dutiful wife, was happy in caring for the home he provided during those few hours a day he was able to enjoy it. This was how she rewarded Ro for his long hours at the office. She was a traditional woman, with tr...

The August sun was bathing my skin. Sarah was on a blanket in her yard below me, lying out in the green grass by her pool. She was relaxing on her stomach, with her head resting on her arms, while the sun turned her skin to a deep, oily bronze. I’d been watching Sarah play for almost a month, and my body was starting to tan from the time spent naked in my window. My wife hadn’t said anything yet, but sooner or later she w...

Previously, from Watching Sarah I was barely catching my breath when my phone lit up. Picking it up, I swiped to see a text from an unknown number. Hi, Mr. Darcey. I’ve loved watching you cum for me all summer. But would you mind staying by the window when you stroke? I can barely see you hiding back in the shadows and I’m dying to see your cum shoot from that big ol’ cock. Xoxo Sarah oo0oo Oh, shit! My mind screamed as I...

Part 2 Vicki lay on the bed, naked and sticky from a mixture of sweat and sex. She felt strangely, as if she’d just had the most torrid sex of her life, yet she’d been alone in the room all afternoon. So much had happened in that time, and so much had changed. She’d walked in that door with her life falling apart; terrified, the victim of a thief and the virtual hostage of a perverted extortionist. Now, she had to laugh....

“Vicki, you aren’t going to believe this! Someone hacked our accounts! They took everything! All of it! We have nothing left!” Robbs frantic call seared into Vicki, branding her memory with a moment she’d never forget. A bolt of shock-induced adrenaline flooded her bloodstream as her husband's panic spread from her phone like an electronic plague. His manic rant continued, barely coherent and causing her head to ache as s...

“Hi, Mr. Darcey,” Sarah chirped with a friendly wave from her family’s pool. Waving back from my upstairs window, I watched, enraptured, as she dove smoothly into the crystal-blue water. “Damn, look at her.” I mused through my friendly smile. “She’s absolutely killing me.” I stood for a bit, watching her cut through the clear water with the athletic grace reserved for the young. It occurred to me many times that I shouldn...

“As the heat of an East Coast summer gives way to October's chill, it all comes down to this. One-hundred, sixty-two games. Fourteen-hundred and fifty-eight innings. With an entire season of exuberance and heartbreak on the line, this one at-bat will decide who will move on to the World Series, and who will return home, haunted by dreams of what might have been." “At the plate for Boston, digging in with a purpose, stands...

I like bad boys. Most women do. We’re instinctively attracted to the alpha dog, you know? We want a daring man. A dangerous man. A man who takes what he wants and protects what is his. His children, his home, and his woman. Usually in that order. It's an imperative evolution hard-wired into us. That’s why nice guys end up as Incels, and why we keep getting stuck in abusive relationships with assholes who treat us like pie...

Her aroused scent fills the air. It glosses my face and my lips while its sweet taste fills my mouth. Lying before me, her legs are up and straight, trembling against my chest. She is in heat, glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with the passion of erotic release. I am hard. Throbbing. Stiff from her assault on my senses, of her scent and taste, and of her hot skin on mine. I press forward and she gasps! Needing to b...

I have a destiny. Not of fate or divine cause, yet one I have a duty to fulfill. It has been thus since my birth. It was the destiny of my mother and hers, and hers before, going back countless generations. It has not been forced upon me, yet it is as inescapable as the dawn.I am Cassandra of the Hetari, a Sisterhood of Courtesans who serve the Great Families of the Seven Lands. For a thousand years, my Sisters were bred...

It's past three and I should be asleep. Hell, after what He put me through, I should be exhausted. But I’m not. I ache and I am tender but, even in lingering pain, my body basks in orgasmic afterglow. With such conflicting sensations coursing through me, I cannot hope to sleep.It’s often like this for me.So, I lay next to Him as He sleeps. Perhaps I ought to be angry or jealous of His repose, but I simply do not feel thos...

I was in a fatal dormancy. After existing for uncounted lifetimes, I’d lost connection with my mortal self and succumbed to the curse of immortality. It’s not an uncommon fate for my kind. The more we lose the emotions of life, the more we disconnect from the world around us. Some eventually awake, emerging as mummified monsters, driven mad with an overwhelming thirst. Others, lost in their increasingly distant thoughts,...