Life in Exile

The land wilted before them. People fled, scattering to the winds, only to gather in small groups, whispering of their desolation. To speak too loud, they said, invoked them. Yet they had no names. No true way to be summoned, for they were mindless forces of chaos driven into naught but destruction. Those few souls who saw them perished, or became hollow versions of themselves. The others drew blade and let loose the blood of their kin, manifesting heated battles that determined nothing save who could endure the longest. The victor wore the skulls of their enemies and drank the tears of those who wept for them. So it was everywhere they went. I followed, never more than a week behind, watching the carnage. Yet as I watched them, they did nothing. Sword, bow, and scales sat emblematically, held aloft, and never used. They rode their beasts, never speaking, never acting. The world fell open before them without so much as a whimper. It was morning when I finally dared approach where the

Carrie and I had been fantasising about her fucking other guys for nearly a year - I wouldn't say it dominated our sex life but it was always a thought not far away. We had even talked about it in a practical way over dinner a few times, how it would happen, what we want don't want etc. She didn't seem keen on an actual date with a guy, although I must admit the thought of seeing her get dressed up to go out with someone does get me very hard. Anyway, back in February it finally happened. It wasn't a complete stranger, my wife used to work with him before we met but I had never met him. We had booked a romantic/dirty night away, just to get away from the humdrum of a usual weekend. Anyway, we got there about an hour or so before we could check in so wandered around the shops, went for a coffee - and then decided that something stronger was in order so headed off to a bar. A couple of drinks in and I hear someone call out my wife's name. She looks round 'Oh my

Life in Exile This is just a short little thing about a meeting of two friends. I started wondering what a man goes through a year after the painful collapse to a loving marriage. Does he move on? Does he start over? Does the pain ever go away? I suspect the answer varies with the man. This brief day in a life is an examination of that question for one man in one situation who is trying to be whole again and failing badly. The BTB crowd is going to hate this story. The RAAC crowd won't be any happier. There is no sex here. >>> >>> >>> It had been a pleasant evening and I had smiled and laughed for what seems like the first time in a year. Old friends will do that for a man and for just one fleeting evening it was as if the events of the past year had never happened. Old friends leave a place in your heart that remains when they're gone and when you see them again, even if after a long time apart, they are the part that fits that space perfectly and i