Rants With Plot (stories)

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 27 - The End)

DAWN



The dreams had been killing me for weeks now.

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 26)

PATRICK/BRYAN
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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 25)

DAWN

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 24)

DAWN

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 23)

DAWN

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 22)

What are you going to do with her?

"I'm not sure yet."

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 21)

"He's waking up."

The voice seemed detached, like it was floating over my head. My eyes strained to open. There were rows of florescent light bulbs in the fixtures above my head. I was lying in a bed. People were milling around in the room. There was a nurse taking my blood pressure. I could see her strong hand gripping that little bulb, squeezing it. Her nails were a bright red, a stark contrast to the deep chocolate color of her skin. She looked down and smiled at me warmly.

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 20)

The sound of their tiptoeing steps echoed down the empty corridor as they made their way towards the pool area. Julie had laced her fingers through Bryan's and was squeezing tightly, holding onto him as she pulled him along. She was eager for a fucking, this one. There had been others that were sexually aggressive, but she had a different air about her. Bryan had gotten the sense that this fucking was all about her. The other ones had made it about helping him, saving him, mending him. He very quickly got the impression that Julie's intention was to use him as much as he wanted to use her. They just had very different ideas of what the climax would entail.

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The Dawn of Darkness (Part 19)




The reaction from the female population after the incident was mixed.

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A Delicious Wake-Me-Up

You love waking up next to her. That moment in the morning when your eyelids slowly creak open and you gaze into the nape of her neck, breathing in the warm, sweet scent that emanates from it.

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Stranger in the Park

There's just too much going on in my head right now.

Walking through the park, out of all of the thoughts swimming through my head, that painfully obvious one was the one screaming the loudest at me. How can one think, when there's just so fucking much to think about? His cheating, my catching him, my fucking best friend being the other woman. And in my fucking car!!! He had that cunt suck his dick in my fucking car!!! How the hell am I supposed to drive to work tomorrow in that thing? FUCK!!!!

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Amongst the Stacks

"There she is! There she is!"

The guys were clustering together, jockeying for the best possible view of the girl that was Rain City Comic's favorite customer, as far as aesthetics were concerned. Male customers outnumbered the female ones a good 25 to 1, and most of the women who wandered in had a pre-teen son in tow. This girl was a complete anomaly, someone who looked like she would be more comfortable grazing the racks at Hot Topic than the stacks at our humble little comic book store.

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Hot Lunch

He always smells so clean, it drives me insane. The smell of his skin, radiating from the warmth of a shower, that fresh-scrubbed smell seems to last forever.

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Cheese-tastic Erotica!

I fucking hate him..... but he always was the best fuck I'd ever had. I'd found myself thinking about our encounters long after we'd broken up, running the details through my mind. Reminiscing over every immoral act we accomplished, as I stroked my clit to an intense climax. My memory fucking with my ability to function in normal society.

Driving down the road one sunny afternoon, a surge ran through my body as my mind randomly decided to call upon one of these lost moments in time. It was the time when we had fought for an entire 5 hour car ride up to that camping site he was forcing me to go to. I'd had other plans, better plans, but he insisted that this would be a good time to "connect." 5 hours of being stuck in a car with a man that drove like shit and wouldn't let me decide what music to listen to along the way was enough to make me want to strangle him til he lost consciousness. Instead, 10 minutes after getting out of that wretched car found me on my knees with his fingers laced through my hair, polishing his cock with my tongue in the smooth, rhythmic motion that his hands were guiding my head in. If I'd been thirsty that day, that thirst was quenched when he shot his load down my throat. He never had that "needing a moment" issue that other men I'd been with had always had, so he swiftly transitioned from fucking my mouth, to fucking my (by then) aching pussy. He whirled me around, pressed my half naked body up against a tree trunk and entered me from behind. His thrusting was so intense that I got "road" rash from the bark, getting slammed so hard, he nearly lifted me off of my feet.

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