The final dice clattered across the table. Silence followed. Cass leaned back in her chair, tapping a nail against her DM screen. “And with that final failed save,” she looked up, smiling sweetly, “the entire party is unconscious.” Groans erupted. A chorus of expletives and mock outrage filled the living room. Cass waited, calm, enjoying the chaos. “But,” she continued, voice smooth and cool as steel, “instead of killing...

He answered his phone before the second ring. He recognized the number from the day before and made a mental note to add it to his contacts. "Hello..." Why so breathless? Couldn't he muster a modicum of self-control? "Frankie," Della began, her voice brusque, as if she were the only one with things to do that day. He was at work, for chrissake! And he hated the name she had started using that morning. "Go to HR now. Get a...

Often. “You make me feel so alive that it drives me to kill. Not out of wrath but out of envy for others taking the precious and vital breath meant only for us,” he whispered, his stubble grazing mine. I gasped as his lips claimed mine. “So you see, you should fuck me so I don’t go out and make a mess.” Trove said things like that. “There’s a problem with that,” I countered. And meant it. “What problem?” His words frowned...

I walked in the door from work, and as soon as I saw her, I knew I was getting the Bitch. But I had no way to know if it was the Good Bitch or the Bad Bitch. When I walked in, there she was, my wife, the Bitch. She was standing in the dining room, beside the table, with a long black dress and her signature red stilettos. Her dark, curly hair was resting on her shoulders, and in stark contrast to her personality, her pure...

I rested my head between Anna's legs finding comfort in her scent and the inside of her thighs lightly compressing the side of my head. While I was here, nothing seemed to matter and I could switch off and breathe deeply, temporarily forgetting my worries. To add to the contented feeling, Anna started stroking my hair softly; I could get used to his kind of attention. "I think I'm going to have to tell the warden what an...

John sat in his car, nerves tingling with a heady mix of excitement and apprehension. His phone buzzed again, and he couldn't help but smile at Rachelle's playful message, which ignited a familiar thrill deep within him. "Can't wait to see you tonight, cucky. Remember what you're supposed to wear under your clothes. Meet me at the hotel, room 110.” She then sent an incredible picture of her on a hotel bed in tight red lin...

Bill was with me for a routine check the next time I found myself in Ash's cell. Since it was the planned search, everything was immaculate, and there was no evidence of any contraband. A part of me had been dreading the return to this cell, fearing that I wouldn't even be able to meet Ash's gaze. It turned out I had been worried about the wrong thing, meeting his gaze wasn't the problem, controlling the urge to throw mys...

I had been a sailing club member since I was thirteen, and I was now seventeen and doing my A-level studies at a local technical college. Joan was the Commodore of the sailing club following the last committee meeting. Joan had divorced and owned an old traditional keelboat racing yacht with a varnished hull above the waterline and wooden decks. There was an enormous amount of work required to maintain these boats every w...

Think back to those days in the immediate aftermath of WW2 and their attendant problems. Not the least of these was tuberculosis (TB). I was an age nineteen student nurse in training at a TB sanatorium in England. The sanatorium had been a stately home and had grown in size with the construction of temporary wards. They built these from specially insulated service barrack huts with gloss-painted walls and a false ceiling...

So, you’re all caught up, and we’re at this moment. You’ve been introduced to all the players in my sordid little life of lust, desire, passion, and, most importantly, love. The broad strokes are that we’re all fucking anything with a pulse. I’m with Becky and Sophie in a closed triad. Hamish and his wife Simone make quite the noise with my Mother, Helena, and her husband-to-be, Al. To complicate things, Hamish is the ide...