As I stand outside my apartment, I find myself looking up at the neighboring condominium. It towers above me like a castle from a fairytale, with a damsel trapped inside awaiting her valorous saviour. Can I be that saviour? The top floor looks to be about forty stories up and is lined with large penthouse suites winding around the building. She has to be in one of them. Ignoring the long queue of New Yorkers waiting for t...

Every fiber in my body tells me I should just give up and go home. She’s not going to show up. My freshly polished dark nails anxiously dance on the skin of my thighs, peeking out from under my skirt, as the grating sound of country music heavily resonates around this sleazy dive. The bar reeks of cheap beer and old cigarette butts and the crowd inside matches the uncomfortable scent. Yet, inexplicably, I find myself stil...

Penny sat there by the window, nearly drowning in coats and blankets. She shot an irritated look at the young, bubbly teenager standing next to her. The girl flashed her pristine, white teeth when she smiled. "So, is it still raining?" she asked. "I don't know, let me check the weather report." Penny turned her head about ninety degrees and looked out the window. "I don't think we'll be playing volleyball today." The girl...

“Huh,” Laura dryly stated with more of a chuckle than a syllable, browsing through the newspaper, her scanning eyes stalling on a distinct headline. “What is it?” her roommate, and lover, asked between two generous gulps of overconcentrated cheap instant coffee, while lazily reading Sartre’s Les Jeux Sont Faits, pupils still almost hidden behind eyelids. Laura looked up from the semi-crumpled paper in her hand and threw J...

The bus ride so far had been eerily quiet, and they were almost there. The last sign on the side of the road said they were only forty miles away, and that was some time ago. Sunshine was even more suspicious because the bus was nearly overflowing with sixteen-year-olds. But she supposed they'd just been too nervous to do anything other than stare at their phones. That would change as soon as they got there though, when t...

The harvest had been bad that year, and there had been outbreaks of plague in the city. The streets of Rome were even less safe than usual as gangs of hungry bandits roamed around, looking for anyone with gold. Also consider the alleged madness of Elagabalus, the boy king, for so they still called him, though he had come of age in the fourth year of his reign. Factor in the increasingly frail hold the old Gods still had o...

He knew he was late, or close to it, but should've been on time to catch the subway to make up for lost time since his bicycle had gotten a flat tire—his precious fixed gear. The bike slung over his shoulder, he dashed up to the elevated platform. There was one right there! He didn’t need to go far, just far enough, there was a bike shop somewhere, a quick fix and he wouldn’t be too late. The fare paid, a sigh of relief q...

Amy had left me stunned. I had left myself half dressed! As quickly as I regained my wits I ran to my pants and threw them on. Racing to the stairs, I ran down them two at a time, across the lobby, and out the front door. I retraced the path to the Wildwood hoping to catch up to her and convince her to come back to my room, or at least get her number, but by the time I reached the bar, it was closed. My disappointment was...

Lee visiting Darla's trailer after his workout soon became a regular event. He would shower and then dress in a robe he started carrying in his gym bag as the one she provided was a little small on him. He would then sit and have coffee with her as they talked about their training. Eventually, Darla's looks, the scent of her perfume, and the feel of her silky clothing against his hand would get Lee excited and he would wr...

"Mmm...mmm...mmmph!!!" Kneeling on the bathroom tile, hot water spurting out from the showerhead, a big juicy cock rammed its way inside Violet's mouth. Its owner moved their hips back and forth, the phallus' head tickling her soft palate. With a final thrust, the cock shoved itself deep in her throat. Gagging, she pulled her face back. A glistening spit-strand lewdly stretched out, connecting the throbbing member to her...

I continued chatting with Mia every chance I got. She seemed like she was interested in meeting, but like most intelligent people she was reluctant to share personal information that would allow us to meet. Her profile said she was in Seattle, almost 850 miles away, so I couldn't very well take off and look for her every weekend! One day, while we were chatting, she mentioned that she had gone out the night before to one...

“90’s goth, I like it. Too many of these people are borderline emo looking,” she complimented, sitting next to me at the bar. “Ah yeah, thanks. I just prefer the look I grew up with.” I looked at my pair of Tripps and Anarchy boots. “Same, look.” She stood up, presented herself; black miniskirt, Mary Jane boots, flannel shirt and push-up bra. “You like?” “I do, you kinda look like Jane Lane.” I laughed. “I'll take that as...