August 30, 1782 - Paris I got into an argument today at the university. I defended the value of alchemy, which most of my peers view as a relic, surpassed by modern science. It may well be so. Yet I can't help but note a lot of them are also devout Christians. And what is God's creation if not a great alchemical work? What is the Creation of Man if not transmogrification, the transmutation of clay into living flesh? It is...

I see her every morning at the third stoplight. Canvas tote. Blue cardigan. Hair that falls across one eye. Not beautiful. Not ugly. Just a face that keeps returning. She bends once to pick up my bus card. “You’ll need it,” she says. Small voice. Kind. That tiny kindness lodges in my chest like a splinter. At home, the house is a thing that breathes wrong. My wife fills the rooms with polite anger. She wants things done....

The hinges groaned as I eased Bill's back door open. His familiar scent—wood smoke and that piney cologne—punched me in the gut, making my knees wobble. Breathe, Tina. Just breathe. I traced the edge of their kitchen counter, fingertips skating over chilled marble. His empty coffee mug had sat there, lipstick smudged on the rim. Not hers. Mine. From Tuesday. I had watched her toss it in the dishwasher through the window,...

David woke up to a beautiful Michigan September morning. His beautiful wife Ann opened her eyes next to him, and snuggled up to him. A cozy way for the married couple to start their day. He went downstairs, got the coffee started, and then got dressed for work. Ann woke up their two rugrats,and started getting them ready for school. The young family ate their breakfast together then got ready for the school bus. David was...

Make me take it. I want to be made to endure an assault on my ass from multiple women, but the conditions have to be right. I want to be bent over and tied down, my legs spread wide, and my ass on full display. I need my ankles to be cuffed to the legs of the bench, I need my wrists to be cuffed and stretched out in front of me, and I need a wide belt holding my waist down to the bench. I want to be helpless, unable to do...

A thick fog rolls in across the pier from the bay, colder than the steel of the gun barrel I hold against my temple and the half-finished bottle of bourbon slumped in my other hand. Maybe the descending gray blanket will deaden the shot that bites into my sorry-ass existence. Anonymize me. Swallow the muzzle flash as I'm added to the growing list of worthless cops this city has ejected like spent shell casings. My finger...

He could still taste her on his lips when he realized that every clock in the shop had stopped. 20:59. Pendulums hung mid-swing, and second hands stood poised like knives. Elias’s breath came in ragged bursts. His shirt was half-untucked, and his knuckles clutched the counter until they turned white. He felt oddly separate from his own body, as if the wanting hadn’t been his idea at all. Marisol slipped the antique watch...

The low grunt vibrated from Emily's laptop speakers as Marie Vogel's serve paused mid-motion. Emily had rewound this moment twenty-seven times already. Her fingers traced the screen where Marie's blonde ponytail spilled like honey across her tan, corded neck, slick and ringed with sweat. She had been watching her for two years. Two years of tracing the lines of her career like they were scripture. It was pathetic, she kne...

The Fever Carly shouldn’t be here. That thought flickered, but it didn’t stop her as she crawled onto her sister’s bed, face buried in his pillow, inhaling the scent of his skin. Laundry detergent and the faint musk of his cologne—soaked through with him. Her hips already rocked against the sheets, body betraying her as her fingers slid under the waistband of her thong. She imagined his weight pressing down, his voice in...

Tina was nearing the end of her eighth month of pregnancy. Her desire for her sexy medicine man was not waning. Tonight was date night, and Dr Sidney Joy had invited her to a private pre-date night lunch in his office. Little did she know that when she opened that door, she was in for a sweet and sensual surprise inside. Tina walked down a dark corridor towards a heavy fire door. The door was firmly shut; the sign on the...

He wasn’t late on purpose. But he didn’t rush either. The bar was already throbbing with sound, the band getting started—looks like he got there just in time… It should have felt familiar: the cheap drinks, creaky bar stools, the band covering music nobody asked for. It did. But it also felt… tense. Overwhelming. His wife had told him to go out. Practically shoved him out the door. It’s your birthday, Theo. Go. Have fun....