The mind can be a strange place and i guess my mind is a little stranger than most.
I started writing on a dare from an online friend and soon found that it was a good outlet for some of my fantasies. So hope you enjoy and my strange mind
Gregg is sitting quietly on the end of the bench where he had been told to sit. There are other men and women doing the same. The last bench next to him is still empty, out of the darkness walks a tall man followed by a slender woman—obviously, the last to join his group.
It’s a stormy Friday night and you’re sitting on your couch in her favorite sweats, flipping through the channels, when the power goes out. You make your way to the kitchen to find the candles. Fumbling through the kitchen, you finally find what you are looking for, two candles and a box of matches. You walk back to the living room and light a match.