Crop Circles
translated by Andrew Stallard I. "WHOOSH!" said a message on a screen. The pilot announced there would be turbulence as the result of another craft…
Φωσφόρος
Rills of cum poured over his fist. Travis did not stop. He pounded his cock harder, fist clenched in a seizure of rage and frustration. His eyes…
How to Change the World: I Am Gen Z
The 11th Hour The task at hand; homework I forgot about, meh, almost; An ESSAY QUESTION, how would I change the world and make it a better place.…
Echo of Silence, Part 4
VII. “Hey Tom, could you get down quickly? You’re keeping Mom waiting,” Eileen calls out. He appears at the top of the stairs shortly grinning…
ぶっかけ
He was in the base’s auditorium. That much he could tell through the American flag cinched over his face. The familiar smell of nylon webbing and…
The Casanova
He’d given her her first orgasm. Her first two men hadn’t been able to do it. He fucked her with his hands. He did it for a while, and then she came…
The Sins We Remember Fondly, Part 2
IV. I believe that confidence in social situations usually stems from a lack of introspection. The more you think about any given topic, the more you…
Br(exit), Part 2
IV. I knew by the time we were driving down White Oak Estates, a neighborhood full of old two-story colonials exuding decency over opulence, paid-for…
If
So cold; this dampness is hell, it seeps inside me, separating me from my skin. So thirsty. I got nothing, just the taste of my own spit. I am so…
Echo of Silence, Part 3
V. Mr. Philip Wentworth sits huddled in his den, which is also his library. He has just got off the phone and the information he had just received is…
