Global pandemic Stories

Chapter 3: Family Planning the Perfect Wives Having completed in-processing at the quarantine facility, the three men were provided their new cell phones with an hour of preloaded time, to contact their immediate family to let them know that they arrived safely and that they would receive their briefings on what the next steps will be and where they will be living. Braedon and Damian both got a vast number of questions fr...

Introduction It was an election year. Amidst a heated political debate between the incumbent president and his political rival, another threat was growing that would shake the very foundation of democracy. A mutated virus had appeared that targeted the Y chromosome. It was thought to have started in simple insect populations, quickly spreading to domesticated animals through insect bites. Still, though, the virus had gone...

The next few days passed in a haze. Everything felt riskier, more on edge. It seemed like continuing work on Abel's book was merely an act to cover up the undercurrent of desire and yet that was exactly what they did. She'd feel his eyes on her in the silences and it went deeper now. Too deep. She'd struggle to hold her composure. It was becoming impossible around him.  "We should just fuck and get it over with," he'd say...

Summer woke late the next morning. For a few blissful moments she felt totally at ease and then the stark reality of the previous night came back to her. She sat up too fast and her head spun. The house was quiet. Sunlight streamed in through the window. She didn't know how to act anymore. Everything was out of control. She picked up her phone to see a dozen messages from Brady. It was his birthday. She was almost glad sh...

Abel woke up around nine and went downstairs for his usual morning swim. He was wearing a pair of trunks this time, which wasn’t his usual practice, but with Summer in the house he was going to have to make a few adjustments. It didn’t matter that she’d surely seen him stroking himself the night before. As he swam a few laps, he wondered what she’d think if she knew what had been running through his mind at the peak of hi...

He was trying his best to leave her alone, but she was sitting at his desk working on his laptop, a position Abel Edwards had never allowed anyone to occupy before Summer.  It was like watching someone go for a hike in your shoes, whether they fit or not.  But the improbably slender twenty-six-year-old was sitting there like she owned the place, square shoulders and straight spine, head lowered to the screen as she went l...