Where imagination is the only limit
I had done it at least ten times before. Sneaking to the pool in the neighbor’s garden at night was something I had grown accustomed to. I always thought that if someone caught me, I’d be able to talk my way out of it. As a pretty girl, I was always somewhat shielded from the … Read more
It’s strange how one evening can change your entire life. My wife’s friend, Alice, asked us to join her and her husband for dinner with some of her colleagues. I thought it would be boring. Her husband is a bit dull, and we wouldn’t know anyone else at the party, but Kate really wanted to … Read more
Mike lay bundled under several blankets, recounting his morning incident to Henry, who lay beside him. Mike owed Henry a great deal. When he became homeless, he wandered Prague for several days, sleeping in various dangerous spots. Once, he slept at the main train station and was nearly beaten by some young hooligans. Then, by … Read more
Mike was freezing. He was rummaging through a dumpster, stretching uncomfortably, which caused his worn-out jacket to ride up, letting the cold seep in. It was a truly damp and chilly morning. Winter was already making its presence known. What would Mike’s first winter on the streets be like? He didn’t know, but he had … Read more
Not that I was the one frequenting bars and pubs—that was more my boyfriend’s thing—but it had been a long time since I’d seen my friend. She’d been living with her boyfriend 80 km from our town for two years, so I suggested we all meet up, and if needed, they could stay overnight at … Read more
Last friday I was bored all day with nothing to do. After a while, I decided to visit my neighbor Lana. I’ve liked her for about a month now and wanted to start something with her. I got dressed and went to her parents’ farm where she lived and helped with the animals. Not wanting … Read more
I wasn’t even twenty when the cops picked me up for the first—and last—time. It happened because of a stupid coincidence. I was driving my buddy’s car after he’d drowned himself in liquor at a nightclub, but it never crossed my mind that this favor would land me in such deep shit. I knew my … Read more
Not too long ago, my wife and I were in sunny Italy by the sea. We enjoyed the sunshine and salty water during the day, and in the evenings, we wandered along the beach and visited bars. One evening, we decided to just sit in the hotel restaurant. There were a few people there, so … Read more
It was clearly early morning. I’d guess around two or three AM. I was leaving a rather shady pub, quite drunk, full of desire, full of limpness, just full of booze. I should’ve been lying next to my wife long ago, fucking her, looking into her eyes, gently holding her neck and pounding into her … Read more
The experiences I described last time repeated themselves many times over. When Mr. Miller learned from my aunt that out of all male bodily fluids, I most enjoy swallowing urine, he laughed and then made me drink his piss quite often—even forcing me to drink his friends’ urine as well. But he didn’t spare me … Read more