Max M Power
Bio
My name is Max M. Power and I am a Storyteller.
Stories (13/0)
Shhh...
I was recently asked if I could please stop talking about suicide. They felt that I talk about the subject too much, and that I use the hashtags just as much, and that by my continuing to talk about suicide and suicide awareness, I will only encourage others to commit suicide themselves. They proceeded to tell me that they had a relative who committed suicide and that if it was not for people like me talking about it, they feel, that person would still be alive.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Psyche
My Demon Tried Killing Me Again
My demon tried killing me again last night. For some reason I was at a train station, waiting to depart LaLa Land, as I call it. I took my seat and off we went, through the wall of Reality, but after breaking through the haze I was back in the parking lot, trying to get back inside the train station.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Horror
Alice's Wonderland
It’s late and you’re sound asleep in your hotel room. I sneak into your room and softly kiss your lips. I know you sleep in your birthday suit so exploring under the covers for the first time is going to be fun. Your lips are so soft and sweet. You wake up, gently wrapping your arms around my neck, as your tongue slides between my lips. We continue to kiss as I slide under the covers, gently climbing on top of you between your legs.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Filthy
The Barn
Spending time in the country was not my idea of a vacation. Spending time on a farm, well you promised it would be worth it. The clouds begin to roll in as I sat on the porch watching the lighting and smelling the water in the air. You come out of the house wearing light blue Daisy Duke short shorts cut-off jeans and a sleeveless button-up jean shirt to match. You walk past me with those huge seductive hungry eyes and I know what you want. You’re so hot I can smell it. You stroll over to the barn and turn to look at me with those hungry eyes and motion me with one finger to join you.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Filthy
Cheerleader
I walk in the door and turn on the lights as you yell, “Surprise!” Seeing you in your old high school cheerleader uniform, your hair pulled back tight into a ponytail, with a ribbon holding it in place, my jaw drops, and I’m stunned frozen. You smile wide, hunger and lust in your eyes, as you lean forward and shake your pomp pomps at me. I’m speechless but the rest of my body is wide awake, the evidence visible through my pants.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Filthy
Clones
I have a confession to make. I killed two people. To explain what happened I have to go back to the beginning of summer. I was outside mowing the grass. Living next to the woods I know there are all sorts of insects I have to watch out for. Well, one of those little suckers got the best of me and bit me on my lower back, close to my spine.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Horror
Chicken Soup
I come home from the store with something to make you feel better. You are snuggled up under the covers in the bedroom, sleeping. I start cooking and come in to check up on you, feeling your head for a fever. You moan softly as I lean down to kiss your lips. You wrap your arms around my neck and look up into my eyes, “I love you,” you whisper. “I love you too,” I answer kissing your lips again. I fluff your pillows and make you comfortable.
By Max M Power3 years ago in Filthy
