Short Story

No Recourse. Content Warning.
I was deep inside her when my wife walked on us. We'd gone to a barbeque at Mike and Angela's, and of course Paige was there. A friend of a friend of a friend. I had to pretend we were no more than acquaintances, and it was killing me. The sun was out. Beers were flowing. I'd already taken my turn at the grill. All the kids were splashing about in a paddling pool at the far end of the garden. Megan was hovering nearby, doing her bit to make sure none of them drowned. We have four. Katie is the oldest, then Arlo, and then the twins. Anya and Zoey were young enough that she didn't want to step too far away. Grateful for the excuse to hide my wandering eyes behind my sunnies, I let them rest on Paige's curves. God, she was gorgeous. The breeze tugged at her sundress, and I wandered whether she was wearing knickers. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra. When the sun dipped lower in the sky, Megan suggested she take the kids home and get them bathed and ready for bed.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Creation. Content Warning.
Strong Content Advisory. Reader discretion advised. -0- This is what it’s come down to? Stroke. Stroke. Counterstroke.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 1
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By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Peculiar Pet Pageant of Puddlebrook
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By Mian Nazir Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
Dead Air
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By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
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By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
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By Rohullahabout a year ago in Fiction
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By Jassicaabout a year ago in Fiction
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By Muhammad Abid shahabout a year ago in Fiction
three laughing monkey
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By Alex Farnandoabout a year ago in Fiction
At the Edge of Midnight
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By Get Richabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tree by the River
When I was ten, there was a tree by the river that felt like mine alone. Not the tallest or the oldest tree in the world—just an ordinary one with wide branches that stretched out over the water, casting cool shadows on the rocky shore. It was my secret sanctuary, a place where the noise of the town faded and all I could hear was the gentle rush of the river beneath me and the occasional call of a distant bird.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Fiction