“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!” We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave. “Our point exactly,” she shot back routinely. Dad was standing next to her, his suitcase in hand, hardly able to hide his knowing, devilish sneer. “We're gone for two weeks for some quality couple time and you need someon...

She woke up by strange, blurred noises she couldn't quite make out; a lot like the rattling of cold steel. Her head was a mess – one big, agonizing mess. Bits of memory flashed through her mind: a lazy evening with Hubby, a sudden malaise, a sudden nausea, a sudden impairment of her consciousness. Drugs? And then, the masked men breaking into their house. Three of them. Then, darkness. A pang of thunderclap headache shook...

Sweat is fascinating. Its smell might appear unpleasant, yet carries so much information about potential mating partners. Pheromones. Nature relies heavily on them. Just think of the birds and the bees – literally. As far as I am concerned, I crave the stench of sweat; hell, I get off to it! What really makes me cream my little knickers, is the infamous summer musk. A girl's used panties drenched with her mixture of crotc...

Old man Eric was sitting in his favorite rocking chair on the patio of his deceased brother's holiday mansion. It was after lunchtime, but since he had slept in that day, keeping everyone – his granddaughter and her husband, mainly – worried whether they should check on him, he renounced to his daily nap. This way, he could, for once, read the newspaper without being bothered by his great-grandchildren who were a very liv...

Old man Eric lay in his bed, awake, unable to sleep, tossing and turning. It was one of these nights where the chirping of the cicadas simply would not lull him to sleep as it usually did. It rather kept him awake and his mind running busy revisiting memories of old days long gone. The sound of the Mistral blowing through the treetops of the olive and plane trees rustling in his ears like waves at the sea only made his re...

Eric was sitting in his patio rocking chair, lazily enjoying the afternoon sun and the Mistral breeze. Contented, he watched his great-grandchildren run around and play in the garden of his old mansion in Aubagne near Aix-en-Provence. With his belly well-stuffed with tomatoes and pickled olives from his own garden, fresh baguette, well-matured Banon cheese and glass of his favorite Châteuneuf-du-Pape, he allowed his old b...

Kate gently stroked Rick's cock through the thick fabric of his jeans. The movie they were watching had not raised their interest enough not to be interrupted by her groping his package as a sign of lust. Boring or not, rare were the occasions where a movie would keep them from fondling each other after more than twenty minutes. Kate unbuttoned Rick's jeans and freed his growing manhood from its cotton confinement. She la...

The old bar was empty when Chad arrived. Empty except for the young barmaid. Not quite the way he remembered it, he thought. The barmaid as well he couldn't recall. Hardly possible, for she didn't look as if she had been born before he'd left this godforsaken hellhole – the place he had once called home all these years ago. This thought made him realize once more he was about to hit forty – not a pleasant number looking f...

Her hands were shaking as she held the plastic. Her eyes were glued to the display. She was waiting for the result. Impatient. Every heartbeat passed like an hour. At her heartbeat rate, two minutes meant close to two hundred hours. Two hundred hours of waiting in the narrow confinement of the airplane toilet.A piece of memory flashed through her mind. A memory she preferred to forget. The mere mentioning of his name was...

I wake up, my head still dizzy and a typical, soaring headache pulsing in my frontal lobe. Even the gentle shrieking of my bed as I roll over feels like stings right through my eardrums into my brain.'It has it's good aspects, though,' I think. 'This way, at least I know I'm still alive.'Yet as a shard of a memory of last night paired with the shame it drags along flashes through my mind, leaving a trail of migraine-like,...

It was a gray, dark fall day. A menacingly thick layer of clouds hung in the sky. The air was loaded with electricity and thick with moisture as it had been for several days as if someone had forgotten to open the gates of heaven and flood the earthly world with a second deluge. The biting wind had shooed everyone save for two figures who were not scared off the cemetery by these hostile conditions. A suggestive hole in t...

Sunday, Feb 21Dear Alexander,For years have we been pen pals and not afraid of sharing our darkest secrets in order to get them off our respective chest, even though we have not once sat face to face, let alone been able to look into each other's eyes. We have shared stories, fantasies, and dreams at times beyond disturbing; fantasies we would not dare talk about with anyone else. So it is this time again, my friend.Here...

Sunday, Feb 21 Dear diary, I'm aware that you are but an inanimate object, yet you've always been my best listener and my confessional. I know you can keep these secrets, so dark I wouldn't even entrust them to my best friends, let alone my slutty little sister Larissa. Something happened last Friday. No, it didn't just 'happen.' I did it myself. Well, I didn't do it just then. I did it like a million times before, but it...

Nathan was sitting in his office chair. It was Friday and dark, as the hours had slowly crawled towards advanced nighttime. The only lighting was given by stray light from the street lamps and the occasional flickering of the computer's screen saver. Deeply pensive, Nathan sat thinking back to the past months. Being alone in his office, while others were enjoying the comfort and intimacy of warm bedsheets at the side of t...

Jessica checked the time on her Breitling wrist watch. It was just a few moments before her husband Nathan would come home with their daughters Emily and Katie. It was his turn to pick them from school – and Jessica's to fix dinner. She sighed, taking a short break from her otherwise rather turbulent day. Were it a day like any other, she would have found fulfilling her share of chores relaxing, recreating even. This day,...