Seattle doesn’t change, not really. Cold. Wet. The mist was thick enough to blur the skyline into smudges of gray. Streets slick with rain, the air always heavy, like it’s pressing you down into the concrete. Everyone walks fast here, heads low, collars up. Pretending they don’t see the things piling up in the news. The bodies show up steadily, like clockwork. Every week or two. A homeless man slumped against a wall, skin...

The storm hit in seconds. One moment we were laughing, mud flicking up around our boots; the next we were sprinting through the trees with rain coming down so hard it stung. By the time we reached the tent, we were drenched, soaked through to the skin. Evan yanked the flap open and shoved me inside. Liam and Jess tumbled in behind us, dripping and breathless. The moment the zip closed, the hammer of rain on the nylon drow...

Day One – A Fragile Rekindling The Adirondacks enveloped us in a pine-scented breeze, resin sharp, our SUV’s tires crunching gravel that glittered like mica in the July sun. At 44, my 5’9” frame carried a soft paunch, hands too smooth from office work and a heart heavy with a quiet ache I didn’t know how to name. Judy, 40, was still a flame—red hair cascading in copper curls, her 5’4” frame moving with a nurse’s natural g...

“Nice going, Jack!” Jill exclaimed as Jack stopped the pickup truck. He turned the steering wheel back to center and turned off the ignition. “Perfect,” Jack said, leaning over to kiss his new bride. Jack felt weary but happy from a long day’s drive through the American West. He was grateful to be parked at their campsite for the night and was ready to crack open a beer. “I’m so glad we made our reservations last winter,”...

The crackle of the campfire filled the quiet clearing, its flickering light carving warm golden streaks across the surrounding pines. Elena Carter stretched her legs out, wiggling her toes inside her well-worn hiking boots, letting the warmth of the flames chase away the creeping evening chill. The solitude had been what she wanted—what she’d needed—but after a long day of hiking alone; the silence felt heavier than she h...

Carly stared into the flames leaping up from the rusty fire ring. The temperature outside was dropping along with the sun, and though she wanted her jacket, she did not make a move to get it. Partially because moving away from the fire would certainly make her chillier, but more so because she did not want to unzip the tent to get the garment. Inside her friend Jane was snoring loudly. It was unlikely she would be disturb...

The morning sun shone through the thick canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the campsite as Stan puttered around the campsite. He was not able to focus on anything as he was anxiously passing the time until he could go on his afternoon hike. His imagination was running wild with what might happen today when he got to the lake. Would the girls really be there? Would they want to watch him cum again? Would something...

Stan's anticipation for this weekend camping trip had been building for months. The moment he arrived at his campsite, he eagerly set up his tent and supplies before setting off on a hike through the forest. As he walked, the cheerful chirping of birds and the satisfying crunch of leaves beneath his boots were the only sounds breaking the peaceful silence. Suddenly, Stan stopped in his tracks as he thought he heard the fa...

Jack: I pulled the car into the clearing, gravel crunching under the tires as the campsite finally came into view. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting golden streaks of light across the open space. I killed the engine and let out a breath, staring out at the vast, green wilderness around us. There was something peaceful about this place, like time slowed down the minute we hit the woods. “We made it...