XXVIII. Greta Comes Clean Sixth period arrived. Kurt looked down at his penis, just now exhaling the dregs of his semen into Greta Scarborough’s flaming red-haired cunt. He breathed deeply. Greta seemed bereft. “You gotta…you gotta…stop…rolling up…on me in…the hallways,” Kurt grunted. “My girlfriend…is…getting wise.” Greta didn’t reply. She was beyond contact. Their session had been demanding. URGENT. She’d had a full fou...

Call him Elias, if you must call him anything at all—for names are but the flimsy nets we cast over the sea of a man's soul, and Elias Raine is a soul not easily snared. A man of uncommon silences and uncommon storms, he arrived on the island as a shadow might alight on a wall—present, yes, but without ceremony or weight. He brought with him no companion save a battered leather journal, a pair of unrepentant boots, and th...

Chapter 5: Philosophy 101 Thursday, Tabi and I go for another walk in the park after work and end up going to Jacob’s for happy hour. I see Sarah. “Get your test results back?" I ask. I reach out to gently touch Sarah’s arm as she is bouncing by, not noticing me. “Oh, hi Rick! Didn’t see you there." Sarah’s young pretty face beams at me. “Yeah, unfortunately, you are going to be seeing me around for a while longer. Just b...

My chores were done, and I was ready for some me time. I locked the doors, kicked back on the recliner, and turned on my favorite porn site, an endless loop of erotic solo female masturbation. I reclined all the way back in my chair and watched a barely legal redhead ride a fuck machine from the rear. The long, thick, glistening dildo moved slowly up and down as she gyrated her hips around it, riding slowly up and down, p...

At one point or another, we’ve all had that co-worker who just stuck with us. Not necessarily up front, not even consciously. But they linger—I’m sure of it. I’m not talking about summer jobs or part-time, high school flings, or even casual fucks—those happened because you were young and unattached. They linger, too, sure, but in a different way. I’ve had a few, later in life. Only one since I got married. I remember the...

My car rattled as I idled outside his apartment. The check engine light glowed like a judgment—constant, unwelcome, just one more warning light in a life full of them. Rain slid down the windshield in lazy streaks. The wipers only cleared my side, the passenger side stayed smeared and foggy, half-forgotten. Like everything else, I hadn’t gotten around to fixing. My phone lit up in my lap, casting a soft glow over a face I...

Some time ago, my family watched a TV show called Fantasy Island. When a commercial came on, we would go around the room to see what everyone wanted to take or have on their island. This was a weekly family tradition, even when my brothers were at scout camp or overnights. And our ideas changed weekly, except for moms! After my brothers, sister, and dad said what they wanted, my mom always said, "My usual Diet Coke, Chees...

By late Friday afternoon, the office had thinned, tension softened by the promise of two days free of meetings, reports, and fluorescent lights. Someone had floated the idea of “a quick one” at the pub — the same one as always, two streets away, like a ritual. Jenny hadn’t confirmed. Neither had Alex. But Carole had been quick to suggest it out loud. “I could murder a gin and tonic,” she said, stretching theatrically as s...

I was on my way to an exclusive deserted tropical island, a 24-hour holiday stay I had won in a raffle some months previously. It was about an hour’s trip from the larger main island where I had been staying. The sun had just risen. I waved the water taxi goodbye while walking up the beach towards a small shack. Thick tropical jungle extended towards the heart of the island. Once inside, I opened the fridge looking for br...