We Three Pt. 02

It's a Grey, Grey World. The hair of man turns grey with age, his soul, the vibrant colours of forest leaves before they fall ... the souls of most men do. Trevor was lonely, desolate, and the dread of an empty life after retirement caused him palpitations. The palpitations were worst, shortly after waking, on cold, grey mornings in bleak winter. Comforting cup of warming, sweet tea in hand, he stared through his kitchen window at the darkness of an early December morning. Already his navy-blue gabardine raincoat was pulled over his grey work-suit in readiness to leave. Morosely illuminated by the dull glow from street lamps, and revealed by their refracted light, flecks of snow driven by a wind from the north western Arctic gusted across the road. A car drove slowly by, its probing headlights picking out the tracks of a previous vehicle in the film of slurry formed by melting snowflakes. Lifting his foot, Trevor examined the sole of his scuffed, creased Oxford lace-ups. No holes

Part IV: Honey Badger Got to Eat They pulled the blankets up over them again and Lo moved her naked body closer to the center of the bed, pressing up against Meri's son while her hand reached over to fondle Meri's long hair. Meri noticed immediately and reciprocated. The two of them were staring into each other's eyes as Meri's son was sandwiched in the middle. He rolled over toward Lo's body. Lo's tits were placed right at the level of his face, not unintentionally. Over his head Lo and Meri locked lips passionately as the young man's mouth opened to take in Lo's nipple. Meri's bare breasts were pressed against his back as he sucked and kissed Lo's areolae. "Harder," said Lo to him. "Bite down." He obeyed. Lo returned to French kissing Meri. Meri's son wrapped his arms around Lo's torso and pulled her toward him, sucking her tits and feeling her ass. A few mini-orgasms filled Lo's burgeoning breast, causing the

My eyes adjust in the dark as I glance over to the clock on the table, which reads 2:47 am. Before I can even process what I'm doing, my voice is whispering into the dark, "Daddy?" I know it's unrealistic to hope that was enough to wake him, but against my better judgment, I try one more time. "Daaaaddy?" I whisper slightly louder than before. No response yet again. I roll over to face my husband and am met with soft snores. He almost looks too cute for me to disturb, but the craving inside me is too much to ignore any longer. I reach out and slowly connect my hand to his chest, rubbing circles while calling again. "Daaaaddy? I neeeeed you." Before the sentence leaves my mouth, his eyes are open and his hand is on my waist. "What's wrong baby? What happened?" Concern fills his voice as his fingers rub into my hips. "Daddy, I really want a spider. Can we make them? Pweaaase?" He peaks his head around me to check the time. &

It had been six years since Ann had seen or even had a conversation with her mother and earlier in the day she had received a text message from her asking if she could come by and spend a day or two over the weekend. Ann's mom wanted to talk after all these years. Ann hesitated to respond to the text until after lunch and the reason being she still had a ton of animosity towards her and a huge resentment for the way her mom had treated her dad, cheating on him and raking him over the coals in the divorce. The man she cheated with was a pretty nice guy but Ann had chosen to distance herself from the whole mess. So Ann responded with a text that said she would head over after work and made no promises of how long she might stay. Since it was Friday and work had been slow she decided to take off early to go home and pack a few things for at least a day's stay. At home in her apartment Ann changed into shorts and a short cropped cotton shirt, leaving the bra off and packing it in

Dedicated to Mr. R. I hope it's to your liking. I just moved into my dream place. Perfect distance from my job, I could walk to work if I wanted. Great neighborhood with fantastic restaurants. A cute townhome situated at the back corner of the subdivision. I was surprised it had been vacant for so long. I guess it was mainly families here, scrambling to be closest to the park in the center of the sub. The semi-wooded lots in the back attracted the few singles looking to settle here. It was the perfect bachelor pad for me. There were a few of us singles. I'd always wave whenever I saw the guy a few places down walking his german shepherd, and nod when the business lady across the street was out juggling her coffee, papers and getting her mail. And the woman in the unit next to mine. She jogs every morning. The first few times I saw her was an accident. I was up early trying to make headway on the moving boxes and noticed her bounce by my window. The next time I was up early tr

This is the continuation of the incredible night I call We Three. For context, you may need to read part one. I broke it up because of the length of the story. I hope it doesn't mess up the flow too much. Aaron led me and Dale upstairs to his bedroom. It was a huge master suite with simple décor. There was a large bed in the center of the room, a dresser and night table and an Esse chair which kind of intimidated me. They walked me to the edge of the bed, turned me and backed me till the edge met the back of my legs. Dale was on my right and Aaron was in front of me. They just stood there, staring at me so I covered myself, having a moment of bashfulness in the silence of their appraisal. I blushed, looking back and forth at each of them staring at me. I wondered if I could go through with this. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do specifically, but I was high enough not to over analyze it. I knew what they wanted, just not how to go about giving it to them. I was pray