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Beyond Endings — Part 2 of Terminal Love
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One week after scattering Mandy’s ashes, Ed and Sandy returned to their jobs. Work had piled up while they were on leave, and they were both glad to be too busy to think. The last thing either of them wanted was to think. After work, they went to their homes and crashed from exhaustion.
Ed didn’t relax before falling asleep, so his sleep was very fitful. He found himself having recurring nightmares, and he’d wake up sweating, with a pounding heart. The dream was always the same. In it, he could see Mandy’s face in the mist of the waterfall. Her face was sad, and she just kept crying, over and over, ‘You promised. You promised.’ He tried to put this out of his mind, but it wouldn’t go away. Even during the day, he frequently saw little girls with sad faces, who just looked at him.
At the end of his first workweek, he felt he had to call Sandy. ‘Hi Sandy, this is Ed. I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.’
‘Miserable, she responded. I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I do fall asleep, I’m haunted by the same nightmare.’
‘That’s strange,’ said Ed. ‘I’m having the same problem. Tell me about your nightmare.’
‘In it, I see Mandy’s face in the mist of the waterfall. Her face is sad, and she just keeps crying, over and over, ‘You promised. You promised.”
‘That’s not possible,’ said Ed. ‘That’s exactly what my dream is. What’s happening to us?’
‘I don’t know, Ed. Maybe sharing the same experience triggers the same dreams.’
‘Can I come over, Sandy?’
‘Sure, Ed, you’re always welcome over here.’
‘I’ll be right over.’
When Ed arrived at Sandy’s she welcomed him into her house. They sat on the sofa and just looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Eventually, Ed reached out and took Sandy’s hand. He asked Sandy if she’d show him some of the family picture albums from when Mandy was a child. He couldn’t believe when he saw the pictures, as the little girls he had been seeing, lately, were Mandy, at different ages. He shared this with Sandy. Sandy admitted she hadn’t seen little girls during the day, but the difference could be due to the intensity of feelings Ed and Mandy had so recently shared.
‘Ed, I’d like to ask you a favor, but please don’t feel obligated to do it. I’ll understand if you say no.’
‘How can I help, Sandy?’
‘I am so sleep deprived, right now, I can’t even think straight. Mandy hadn’t really spent that much time here, yet I quickly got used to her presence. Now, I feel so alone without her here. Would you please just hold me tonight, as I sleep? Maybe that will help me sleep.’
‘Sure, Sandy. I’m not crazy about attempting to sleep alone, tonight, either.’
Sandy took Ed to her bed, took off her shoes and lay down on her side, fully clothed, pulling a light blanket up over her. Ed removed his shoes before joining her under the blanket, spooning up to her back with his arm around her waist. It wasn’t long before both were sound asleep.
When the sun rose in the morning, they realized they were so exhausted, neither of them had moved all night, and they had the most refreshing sleep they had experienced in a long time. Sandy expressed her thanks to Ed, while he admitted it helped his sleep also. Sandy offered to make Ed breakfast. Though they didn’t speak much during the meal, they realized it felt good to reconnect. After breakfast was over, Ed said, ‘Sandy, I’m sure you have things you need to do, today, and I have projects to catch up on, so I’d better get going. Thanks for the breakfast… and for the sleep. We’ll have to get together, again.’
Ed felt refreshed, after the good night sleep, so was productive with his projects. He felt good when he lay down for sleep, that night. Unfortunately, the nightmares returned.
At 9am, thinking Sandy was probably awake, he called her. ‘Hi Sandy, how was sleep?’
‘The nightmares are back.’
‘Mine, too. Since I spent so much time over there, lately, maybe we just need to gradually reduce contact rather than attempt to go cold turkey. We won’t be very good on our jobs, if we’re sleep deprived, so what would be your thoughts if I suggest we sleep together during the week, and then we can try being apart, again, next weekend?’
‘I’m open to it. We need our sleep.’
On his way over to Sandy’s, Ed stopped at the department store and bought himself a pair of pajamas. He hadn’t worn pajamas since he was a kid, but they couldn’t sleep in their clothes for a week, and he wasn’t about to shock her by sliding in bed naked. When it was time for bed, Ed told Sandy he brought some pajamas, and she deserved to sleep comfortably, also. Both put on pajamas, and then returned to their spooning position. Sleep was restful, again. In the morning, Sandy prepared another nice breakfast. Ed realized he didn’t bother to prepare himself a nice breakfast at his home, and he appreciated Sandy’s effort to bring a little hominess to his life.
After getting ready for work, in separate bathrooms, Ed said, ‘Thanks, Sandy. I truly appreciate everything. I’ll see you after work.’
The sleep seemed to help them catch up faster at work, so, by Wednesday, they were both back to their normal 9-5 routine. Thursday morning, Ed asked Sandy if she’d like to go out to a restaurant for dinner, saying he wanted to thank her for all she had done. When she said she’d love that, they made plans. They met at a restaurant Mandy used to enjoy going to. Ed had mixed feelings about going to that restaurant, but thought the sisters might have similar tastes in food, so decided to go with that. Sandy did enjoy the food, so Ed was glad he chose that place. Communication seemed to be flowing a bit easier, so the evening went well. That night, when they got into bed, Ed kissed the back of Sandy’s head before saying ‘Thank you for the week, and good night.’
As planned, Ed returned to his home the next night. He figured a week’s worth of good sleep would allow him to sleep at home. Unfortunately, his sleep didn’t cooperate, and the nightmares kept him up. About 2am, his phone rang. When he answered it, he heard Sandy crying. ‘Ed, I’m so sorry for waking you up, but I can’t handle these nightmares.’
‘You, too?’
‘You mean they’ve returned for you, also?’
‘Yes. I don’t think I’ve been able to sleep half an hour so far tonight.’
‘Ed, maybe I’m being a baby about this, but would you please come over here?’
‘Sure, Sandy. I guess we’re in the same boat, so we might as well be there for each other. Ed drove to Sandy’s, and they did sleep well the rest of the night.
Over breakfast, Ed said, ‘Sandy, I have so many mixed feelings flowing through me. I miss Mandy, terribly. You have always been so kind to me, and I am grateful you are here. I see a lot of Mandy in you, but you have your own uniqueness, also. I sense she was probably more playful and impulsive, while you were reliable and consistent. I see value in both directions. I like you, but I feel liking you is cheating on Mandy’s memory, so I feel guilty. On the other hand, I know she truly wanted us to be together. I’m not sure how to rectify this internal conflict. I want you to know my conflict is not a negative statement about you. I just find it hard to believe she would be comfortable with me being with you, no matter how hard she worked to push us together. Maybe she didn’t want this but felt she had to let it happen. I think it would be easier if I knew whether she felt inner conflict or not.’
‘Ed, let me tell you about Mandy. She could be headstrong and stubborn. If she didn’t like the taste of some vegetable, there was no way you could get her to eat it. She spoke her mind, and you always knew she said nothing she didn’t mean. On your first date, I sat home on pins and needles, wondering what the results would be. I wanted her to be happy, but knowing her, she was just as likely to blow you off
as to fall in love. When she told me she had fallen in love, I knew it was real. She never played mind games or manipulated anyone. She called a spade a spade. I know what she said to us was truthful, but I’ve had my own inner conflicts, too. I respected her relationship with you, so never allowed myself to think of you as anything other than her partner. When she planted the seed in my head, I was caught off guard. I also respect you and care for you enough to never want you to do anything that isn’t truly what you want. I was truthful when I promised Mandy to do all in my power to keep her love alive and healthy, but it’s not in my power to make anyone else do something that person doesn’t want to do. I would never be with anyone who was with me out of obligation, and I’m not the type of person who attempts to convince others of my value. What I may see as value might be different from what others see as value.’
‘Sandy, thanks for sharing. I see things much differently, now, though I’ll probably still struggle with a shaky transition. I don’t know what can exist between us, but I promise not to put up any barriers, and I promise you my words to you will always be the truth. If you haven’t made any plans for today, I’d love to spend the day with you.’
‘I’d love that, too, Ed.’
‘How about a hike?’
‘Sure. Give me time for a shower, and then we can leave.’
The hike was very pleasant, and the awkwardness seemed to melt away as the day progressed. Ed even reached out and held her hand, on occasion. They found themselves talking about the nature that surrounded them rather than Mandy, and even shared a few laughs together. After the hike, Ed took Sandy out to eat. The communication flowed smoothly, and it was late before they realized the time and headed home.
At home, they went to their separate bathrooms, showered and prepared for sleep. When Ed got to the bed, he found Sandy already lying on her side. He slid in next to her and gently turned her to her back. ‘Sandy, I want to thank you for a very enjoyable day.’ He then leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her lips.
‘I enjoyed the day, too. Good night,’ said Sandy, as she rolled to her side. Ed snuggled up a little closer than normal and caressed her arm as he held her. After a short period of time passed, Ed became aware of soft sobbing coming from Sandy.
‘Sandy, did I say or do something wrong? If so, I’m truly sorry. Please help me to understand what it might be, so I don’t repeat it again.’
‘No,’ said Sandy, through her tears. ‘It’s not you, it’s me. You have been perfect.’
‘Let’s talk about it, Sandy.’
Sandy fidgeted with the buttons on her pajama top as she did her best to regain her composure. Finally, she said, ‘Ed, I’m not Mandy.’
‘I know you’re not Mandy, and I don’t expect you to be Mandy.’
‘I know, Ed, but please hear me out. I am more than five years older than Mandy.’
‘And I’m almost 15 years older than you.’
‘Please, Ed, this is hard enough for me to say. Just let me finish. First Natalie, and then Mandy convinced me you were an amazing man. Once I got to know you, I agreed with their assessment. You deserve what works for you. I have gray hair coming in, at 5′ 6′ I’m 2′ taller than Mandy, and I saw her in her bikini. She was fuller and firmer than I’ll ever be again. I must admit I felt a wave of jealousy flow through me when I beheld the perfection of her femininity. I just don’t want to disappoint you, Ed…. OK, I’m finished.’
Ed put his hand on Sandy’s shoulder and gently massaged her. ‘Sandy, I’m far from perfect myself, and the issues you mentioned never even popped into my mind. I view the whole package, not specific parts. I’ve always been one to look for opportunities rather than obstacles. Why focus on what isn’t when there is so much to enjoy that already exists? I’ve never seen you as flawed. I’ve seen you as a very sensitive, caring and respectful person. You have a certain sweetness about you that draws me closer. I look forward to enjoying you, not any preconceived notions you may have about what you think I should be attracted to. Sandy, please look at me.’ Ed gave a slight pull on Sandy’s shoulder, and she turned onto her back, the buttons on her pajamas totally undone and her top wide open.
Staring straight at the ceiling, she said, ‘Ed, I’m not going to pretend or hide anything. If you choose to be with me, I want it to be with a full understanding of what you’re buying into.’
Ed reached out and placed his hand gently on Sandy’s slender belly. ‘Nice smooth skin,’ he said. He continued his exploration, as Sandy continued to stare at the ceiling. As his hand wandered over her abdomen, he could see her muscles contract whenever he made contact with a sensitive trigger. He ran his hand up her side to her neck and then along her clavicle. He continued his gentle caressing. Running his fingers down between her breasts, a gasp escaped from her lips. He ran his fingers slowly around the base of a breast. ‘I like this transition from the firmness of your ribcage to the soft give of your breast.’ Sandy’s teeth started to chatter, so she clenched her teeth tightly. ‘What I find to be most sensual and erotic is a woman’s responsiveness. Let me see how responsive these breasts are.’ Ed leaned over and started to kiss various parts of Sandy’s breasts. He could tell she was having difficulty fighting her responses. Her nipples were hard and protruded ½’ from the dome of her breasts. He finally covered a nipple with his mouth and began to suckle. She could no longer hold back her growing symphony.
Rolling up rapidly on her side, Sandy said, ‘That’s not fair, Ed. I can’t help if I have sensitive breasts.’
‘And a sensitive belly, and a sensitive neck, and I’m sure there are many more special places that trigger your lovely sensual sounds. I can’t help if I love sensitivity.’
‘But what about how they look?’
‘I think you are very pretty, Sandy. Do you think I’d be interested in a teenager, just to get a firm body? I don’t have the skin tone I used to have, either, and that’s not the only thing that isn’t as firm as it used to be.’
‘But men get distinguished as they age, while women just get old.’
‘Sandy, you’re as old as you feel, and if you allow yourself to enjoy playfulness, you’ll start aging backward. I know I am a lot younger today than I was when I met Mandy. Let’s get younger together.’
‘But what happens when the newness wears off and you lose interest in me?’
‘That’s when you kick me to the street and find a younger buck who has more to offer.’
‘But I want you, Ed.’
‘And I want you, Sandy, not just because you’re my connection to Mandy, but because I truly like what I see in you.’
‘Then let me tell you the truth, I hate sleeping in pajamas. They’re too binding.’
‘I agree. I just bought these last week, and I was a kid the last time I wore pajamas.’
‘Then, let’s get rid of them and stop hiding. If you’re going to like what you see, then you better have a clear view of what there is to see.’ She stood up on the bed, flung her top to the floor, slid her bottoms down and then kicked them over her top. She then proceeded to unbutton and remove Ed’s top, before sliding his bottoms off his legs. Looking at his erection, while clutching her own breasts, she said, ‘That seems firm enough for me, if these are firm enough for you.’
‘How about coming down here and letting me study them a bit more. Now tell me, how many years do I have before I need to make up my mind?’
‘Very funny, mister. I thought you wanted to get some sleep.’
‘One thing you’ll discover about me is I always keep my priorities straight… so get down here and let me get to my priority.’ A smile formed on her face. ‘Now, that’s what I call a well-dressed woman. Did you know the sexiest thing a woman can wear is a smile? And yours tells me I’m going to be a very happy man. I only hope I’m capable of keepi
ng that smile there.’
‘If that’s your biggest worry, then life is going to be pretty smooth sailing.’
‘Well, let me see. You’re pretty, you’re smooth, and, if I put my mind to it, I bet I can find some interesting slick places to sail on.’
‘You keep your head there, and you’ll never get any sleep.’
‘If I can keep my head there, who cares about sleep?’
Realizing she’d never be able to one up him with banter, she fell to the bed and quickly found herself in Ed’s arms. Their skin contact felt so nice, so comfortable, and yet also very familiar. Something told them this is where they belonged. They just held each other, getting used to the feel. Ed said, ‘Sandy, I need to know something. Do you offer yourself to me because of your promise to Mandy or because you desire to be with me?’
‘Ed, something inside me prevents me from being anything but totally truthful with you. To answer your question, let me give you an analogy. Picture a nursing mother. When she eats, does she do so to nurture herself or her child? Sometimes things become so enmeshed they become one and the same. Yes, Ed, I do feel I owe it to my sister to allow her love to continue, but I can’t imagine anyone else I’d prefer doing it with, than you. I admire you, respect you, and feel very attracted to you, but I also observed how happy Mandy was with you, and I want to taste that happiness, for me. When you hold me, I find the familiarity of Mandy, but also the uniqueness of you. Do I have the ability to choose which draws me more? Will knowing that change my desire for you or how I’ll act on that desire? Ed, I don’t believe we can extricate Mandy out of our beings or our relationship. Maybe part of making love to each other will be our making love to her. Though I may have been jealous of her perfect body, I’m not jealous of the love you feel for her or shared with her. You can’t imagine how happy I felt knowing her final days were spent lost in love with you. I didn’t want there to be any limits to the love she was feeling. If you happen to call out her name, while loving me, I’ll join in that praise, for I love her just as much. That won’t take anything away from us, but add a different dimension to our relationship. We will nurture a threesome between the two of us, and that will make our relationship that much stronger, more special and valuable to me. I want you to continue to love Mandy, even using my body to express that love, as I may sometimes need to love her through your body. I hope my awkward words help you to understand me better, and also answer your question.’
‘Thank you, Sandy. Not only did your words give me a deeper understanding of you, but they also helped me to get a deeper understanding of what is going on inside of me. You seem to understand my mixed emotions, both guilt and desire.’
‘Ed, when you feel guilt, please feel free to love Mandy through me, because you know she resides within me, just as I know she resides within you. Knowing the strength of your feelings for her only reassures me of the value I gain by having you choose me to love. I know you can’t love superficially, neither Mandy nor me. By loving both Mandy and me through my body, aren’t I ending up getting twice the love? I only hope I’m up to the task of giving you the love of two women who adore you.’
‘Sandy, with Mandy, we didn’t have time to take things slowly. We had to throw all caution to the wind and just trust each other. Luckily, it worked for us, but long-term relationships are more stable over time if they are built on solid foundations. To build that foundation, we can’t rush anything. Even if we want to do something, we need to wait till we are truly ready for it. I would hate to do something tonight, based on lust, only to find you have doubts, concerns or insecurities, tomorrow. I don’t want you to ever have second thoughts about anything we choose to share. Tonight, let’s limit our physical intimacy to cuddling, caressing and kissing.’
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“What the hell are you doing at my house?” Damon says, opening the door. His voice has just the slightest hint of annoyance in it. He stands before me, half naked, wearing just basketball shorts. “I came to return your stupid football,” I say, pissed at his reaction. I shove the heap of leather and air into his hands and then turn on my heel. “Wait,” Damon says. I turn around, my long wavy hair dramatically whipping around in the slight California breeze. “Sorry,” Damon says, running a hand...
Seduction‘Wraith? Gods?’ Zax struggled to wrap his head around the two terms. ‘Wraith like a ghost ... like in a horror movie?’ The manner in which Xinia recited how God Demirva used remnants of the souls and dark attribute to create such creature was inventive. Seems to be impossible to the current Zax, but still a mind opener to the, maybe, reachable heights a proficient soul cultivator can attain. ‘But what sort of existence do they talk about in Ercas Mir when they mention Gods?!’ His only hope...
For the next few days Evan and Cheri had to walk on eggshells around Pam. She was alternately euphoric, depressed, defiant and then extremely passive, sometimes all in the span of a few minutes. "I won't sell!" she screamed. "It's mine and I won't give it up!" "You don't have to," Evan would say, trying to soothe her. "But what if they want to give us a lot of money?" she whined. "Money's no problem," Cheri would add. "You do what you want. We're here for you either way....
‘Sometimes it’s not the vision that’s blurred. Sometimes it’s the situation. I always see things clearly… or as clearly as they can be seen…’ Her voice echoed off the walls, this solemn, serious representation of an inner solitude that often eluded even his keen ears. He could hear it every now and again, but when she waxed poetic there was a glassy sheen over her oh-so-blue eyes that couldn’t be penetrated by any man. She knew it too, and could smile when he attempted to delve into her inner...
Lexi didn’t seem to be ready to forgive me for that session of lovemaking where I’d tried to dominate her. She came over the next day in the bright and melting snow and was civil enough but cool, and it was quite frankly painful. She knew it was painful too, and even apologized for the way she was acting but claimed she couldn’t help it. The way she felt was beyond her control and she’d need a couple days to settle down after such a traumatic upset. There was really nothing she could do about...
Author's note to reader: This is a sequel to the multi- part, completed, story "Dreamscape". Knowledge of that story will make this a much more comfortable read. Beyond Dreamscape Part 1 by Diana Kimberly Heche Part 1: Magic, Malevolence and Malarkey He looked at the face of his watch glowing dimly in the darkness: quarter to eleven. The snoring told Arnie Williamson the man who slept above him was finally asleep. The former bus driver moved quietly off his bunk...
Beyond Dreamscape Part 2: Kaetlin, Jack, and the Driver By Diana Kimberly Heche "Where am I?" The gentle faced red haired woman stood up at the sound of Jack Wallace's voice. She smiled upon him kindly, but her eyes could not conceal the concern. "You're in a hospital room Jack, you had a small accident. You fell off of the ladder when you were cleaning the gutters and were out for awhile." Jack Wallace lay in bed, he had raised his arms off of the bed, opening and...
Philip knelt on the floor of his bedroom rummaging through a tall stack of papers. If asked his mother would have explained that the state of his bedroom was a clear reflection of her son's life. Finally finding what he needed, he placed the loose sheets of paper into a rather large binder. Across the top of the binder, hand written in beautiful calligraphy was the word Mercia. Unlike many young men his age, Philip was not looking forward to the weekends to spend time trying to pick up...
Chapter 5 Players: Christian (M) /Isabelle (F) Pathfinder Brett (M) /Owein (M) Paragon Sandy (F) /Dacie (F) Corsair ; Sylph Kathy (F) /Eric (M) Huscarl Stephen (M) /Sayer (M) Incantist Corey (M) /Elisa (F) Priestess Isabelle ran her hands across the worn masonry. Admittedly, the mosaics were indeed very beautiful, portraying stories of the seven gods and goddess of the world, including the forgotten goddess. To think that all of this sprang from her imagination was difficult to...
We take up the story as the adult Hermione Granger and Virginia (Ginny) Weasley’s, along with the other female pupils from Hogwarts, education has now progressed to the Dianic Craft College. The year is 1997. The word craft in the title of the College has nothing to do with turning wood or making clay pots but rather the ancient craft, that is witchcraft. It was named in honour of the moon goddess Diana. It’s late September but the weather is mild and pleasant due to the setting of the college...
EroticArkady is not a popular person, and she loves it. It gives her time to read. Arkady is the best forensic language analyst in the blue states. Her time is occupied with codes, patterns, research, and puzzles. She is not capable of anything else. At a younger age she was thought to have a learning disability, but to her great luck, her mother called bullshit, loudly: ‘Nothing wrong with my daughter but she likes to goddamn read. Don’t you have drugs to say no to? Leave her the hell alone!’ ...
My name is Allysa, but I go by Aly, and I was born and raised on The Island. most people dont know we exist. most people dont really want to. But we do exist, and I am so deeply ingrained in this life style that i find it hard to live without it. You see, The Island is a complex, a settlment started by some of the vangaurds of hippies in the late fifties, and it has only grown since then. it was settled by 8 families, but since it's inceptiom, 5 have left and 3 remain. of the remaining...
I stacked my plate on Tom’s and began clearing the table.“Tomorrow is a training day. I need to be at the office by 7 am and I can’t be late,” I lied, setting the foundation of an excuse for refusing sex later, again.”Uggh, This new job is consuming you, Blu...and it’s killing me...so long since we last fucked,” he said with a weak smile that somehow rendered the complaint pathetic.“It’s Monday, you’ll be watching the game anyway.”I married Tom for all the things we had in common. Football was...
CheatingBrad: 2 pm works for me, go west on Highway 34 then turn north on Harrison. Go west on 4th and near the end on the right is a long low warehouse building beyond the office park. Meet me there. The second from the near end bay door will be open and my bike will be just inside. I will close the door and if no one else is around I will enjoy the first kiss with you. I will wear loose clothing so you can touch me where you want.Those were Brad’s instructions on Adam4Adam. He said he wanted to taste...
I feel as if my spirit has been electrified by the recent encounters. My son Michael is relishing in my offerings and seems to spend more time at home, than ever before. My two year seductive indoctrination was successful and I've begun to take small steps forward. This is truly the most erotic adventure I've ever embarked upon, far beyond what I expected,... and I yearn for more. It was just eight days ago when I displayed my breasts to him while he eagerly licked and sucked...
Plunged into darkness, Christian felt greatly out of sorts when suddenly the warmth of the sun played across his face and arms. It was a gentle touch, quite unexpected as moments before he had been sitting in the basement of Philip parent's home. However, a blood-curdling scream shattered those pleasant but somewhat muddled thoughts. "Oh my God! What happened to me?" an obviously female voice screamed once more, followed by loud sobbing. In his wildest imagination, what Christian...
BEYOND HUMILIATION Chapter 1 - Holiday Planning Back in November 2012 I wrote a story called "How Humiliating". It told how Stephen, an occasional and secret cross-dresser, was caught out by his wife Sandra and forced, through a series of humiliating experiences, to confront and come to terms with his obsession. Although angry with Stephen for him not being open and honest about his desires, Sandra found the whole idea of cross-dressing strangely exciting and...
This is a true incident. I was 26 at that time working as a Medical Officer in a private Hospital. I met Mrs Balbir in the hospital when she had come to consult about her daughter who was down with a respiratory problem. Our chemistry seemed to gel in the very first meeting itself and we soon became close friends and started meeting casually. Mrs K was an extrovert very energetic with a tendency to glamorizing herself. Though just 5 ft she had been blessed her with a very attractive seductive...
Foreword:After some of my most ardent followers repeatedly asked me to continue with this story, I simply couldn’t refuse. I not in the habit of writing sequels, but felt happily obliged to do so. In all honesty, when I completed my original story, that thought had seriously crossed my mind. In any case, I hope that this sequel doesn’t disappoint…*Once we got back to our everyday lives, our daily routines continued as usual. I enjoyed our excursion to the spa and had been enthralled by what had...
Gay MaleSixty-one-year-old Pat Mitchell had ended a long period without sex by getting an after-hours fucking from barman Ian Smithers, who was close to twenty years her junior. They had fucked in the bar after closing up with Pat's husband Cyril asleep upstairs after yet another evening of heavy drinking. The fucking took place over the back of a chair but had got so frenzied in the end that a chair leg broke.Whilst the shag very much satisfied Pat, she now wanted more. Ian was happy to give her more...
MatureIt wasn’t easy being a half-breed in the world of the white man. Wounded Hawk pulled his coat up around him against the air that had chilled overnight. Might be winter’s knocking on fall’s door, Hawk reasoned. The half-white, half-Indian felt something more than frost in the air. He peered around the stable. Yeah, I’m right, he thought, as the owner glared at him. If Hawk weren’t a deputy US Marshal, he wouldn’t have even been allowed to board his horses here. The hotels had rejected him,...
It was a miserable July night. The temperature hovered around eighty-five, and I’d sweated through my shirt. The badge pinned to that shirt said, “County Sheriff.” I’d been one for almost twenty years. I usually don’t get called out at 3 AM. But tempers fray when the weather gets hot. And occasionally, one of our fine citizens gets it in his head to drink too much and touch up the wife. Two of my guys responded to the call. When they got there, the moron chose to add an extra ten years to...
When I got to my house in the mountains overlooking San Diego I made sure that the address, phone number and all other vital statistics about Janice were copied, and copied again and put in very safe places. I didn't want to lose track of that lady. She had written down her work schedule for the next few weeks which is as far ahead as she knew. They rotated flights every week so that the trips didn't become boring or too routine. They were "sharper" that way. Seemed pretty silly to me,...
“No! This can’t be how it’s supposed to end!” you scream bitterly in your head as the sounds of battle begin to die off around around you. What should have been a routine dungeon raid has spiraled into a full-blown disaster, leaving you and the lucky half of your party sprawled across the cold dungeon floor - barely conscious, but alive. The lifeless bodies of the other half that weren’t so lucky litter the area, a constant, brutal reminder of the fate that almost certainly awaits you...
FantasyI had dated a bit but not that much. The men that were interested in me were nice, but they were fellow nerds. Socially awkward, non confident guys that were more interested in stats of their wow characters than any romance. I suppose I was decent looking enough. I was 5 foot 4, with shoulder length radish blonde hair with bangs. My body was decent as well. I was the last girl in my grade to start budding, but the girls grew to a decent c cup. They reminded me of the old pin up girl...
1 : Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse There is blood in the room, but they can’t find it. They know it’s there. Blood always comes through. It can wait. For hours, days, since, there’s been washing and rubbings, sprayings and windows opened, but a small colony of maggots has still managed to thrive on a chunk of forgotten lung tissue caught under a chair leg. The flies will not disgust them when discovered in a few days. They will never find the bronchiole, and one day it will be swept up by a...
Chapter 4 – Conclusion At the beginning, a break-up is almost like a relief. It feels good to be able to sever and excise those connections that have become diseased and gangrenous and have started choking you and kept you from breathing. A new honesty enters your dealings with your former lover, a new ease and openness, and there’s almost a kind of delirium that seizes you and you run back and forth to her over bridges you don’t realize are already crumbling beneath your feet. She’s so much a...
One day after work at the dinner table, my wife told me her sister was going to have a minor operation. She said she wanted to stay with her a few days after the operation to cook, clean, and take care of her while she was recuperating. “Would you mind? I’ll only be gone from Thursday to Sunday. I can make a few dinners, so all you’ll have to do is heat them up.” I replied, “Of course, I don’t mind. It’s your sister. I’m sure I can get through a few days on my own.” Her sister lived about five...
CrossdressingPart 1 The sun was bright. The day was bristling with sun, and here in this apartment it seemed to burn through the windows as if someone were holding a hot iron up to the glass. All except for in the dining room where a window was broken, and here the sun and the snow poured in and had been pouring in for some time, pouring in where Lexi sat naked, kneeling and holding Cormac’s head in her lap. He was dead, and she was rocking her body and weeping. She was covered with goose bumps and there...
No. I had no reason to complain. Things were going amazingly well. That last soliloquy remained to be written and that would determine the final, overall cast of the play, but that was all. I was stubbornly holding onto that, having some ambiguous feelings about my characters, or maybe I just liked making everyone nervous. The play was quite simply a phenomenon. Grehen and Bud Carlton had called in some favors and used their connections to make sure that certain critics came from Chicago and...
She let out a long sigh, turning about in front of the full-length mirror in order to get a better look at herself. Primping was not something she made a regular part of her day to day routine. Since she worked full-time third shift at a long-term care facility and was asleep during the day most of the time, it simply wasn’t something she thought to do. Sure she washed herself everyday and things like that, but she never really went out of her way to make herself pretty. Tonight was a...