Death

This is my entry in the Calling All Writers - Chapter 6 challenge on the Sex Stories forum on www.xnxx.com. (That's for those pricks who steal stories and post them elsewhere.) The theme of this challenge was to write a story about unrequited love, referencing the song All I Have to do is Dream, popularized by the Everly Brothers as a hit single released in April, 1958. There's a catch: writers who entered the challenge were to write from the point of view of the opposite sex. I'm a man, so I had to write as a female. PLEASE NOTE: This...

The novel wasn't capturing her attention as much as she'd hoped. Distracted, she flipped through the pages. Gayle Thomas checked the time on her watch, an expensive little golden gift from her husband. One of his many gestures to soothe the pain of his long business absences. Once again, Jeremy had left her and their daughter Amy alone for an extended time. The watch read 11:43. Amy was still out. Movie with some of his friends, he'd told her. She wished she didn't worry so much. Amy was a good boy and already eighteen. What could he possibly get up to...

I stared at him with confusion spreading across my face before I said, “You are a what? Darren gave me a Cheshire cat smile as he replied, “I am a Lemurian.” I crinkled my eyebrows as I frowned at him. With that grin plastered to his face, I could tell he was loving every minute of my confusion. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and had to ask, “What the hell is that?” That smile of his grew bigger into a 'I have a dirty secret that I want you to guess' smile as he replied, “Oh this is going to...

The repeated knocking woke me up. Was it Jayce again? I didn't need his bullshit this early in the morning. I threw the covers over and stepped out of bed, grabbed my glasses, and approached the door. Oh, it's you. I was relieved it wasn't Jayce asking for more money. It was Max, that sweetheart that I snatched two nights ago. Hey, Korra. Would it be better if I left? He asked kindly. No, come in. I'll make you food or something. I waved him in. You've been busy, I said, ignoring the little twinge of regret in my heart. I...