Shape

Gip Chains

The Hunting Party (Part 3): The Court of the Crimson King

The small crowd gasped in unison, an almost reverent sort of hush following it, the vacuum of anticipation seeming to...

The Hunting Party (Part 2): Wide Shut

My knuckles on the enormous wooden door made a massive boom that echoed through my chest and reverberated down through...

The Hunting Party (Part 1)

Y’know, some nights, you just really need to go hunting. This was one of those nights. I’m not sure what...

In a Tent Somewhere in Eastern Europe During a Music Festival

I was pretty sure I could hear the smoke alarm going off in the other room, fighting for my attention...

Memories (Part 2): Tender Loving Cock

I slid two fingers inside myself, and hoped that nobody was walking by close enough to notice what I was...

Memories (Part 1)

What I needed most was to be held. I think that whomever invented the phrase “one of those days” had...

The Perfect Stranger

I needed, in that moment, to have him inside me. Positively required it. I was throbbing for him. Quivering, even....

Fucking at the Campsite

Ren had been in the car for about five hours. She only had two more to go. Her favorite campground...

Fucking Under the Full Moon

Eight months ago, I needed a change. Divorce’ll do that, I guess. Twenty-seven, and I was already up by exactly...

Wednesdays are the fucking best

Wednesdays are the fucking worst.  Alex sat at his desk, tugging at his collar. There was just no way it was...