The Walls Came Tumbling Down

Author's note: Thank you to everyone that has been in touch. It's very gratifying that you're (mostly) enjoying The Pulse. I'm finding parts of this story are developing in ways that I hadn't expected. One of those factors is that the story is dominating with much less sex. So, please forgive me if this style is not to your taste. I hope that you can still enjoy Jake's discovery of his powers and how they are effecting his life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry Youle's world had fallen apart. It had taken him a week to get out of hospital. He still struggled for breath as his lung healed. The concussion protocols had been endless and his insufferable parents were constantly asking him if he was alright. And the headaches were still plaguing him. He had missed his exams and his parents had applied for special consideration whatever the hell that was. Nobody had visited him. Something had h...

Content notice: The following story contains depictions of negative body image, weight stigma, and diet talk. I've done my best to portray these issues with empathy and sensitivity. Beauty comes in every size, and a joyous, fulfilling sex life is the privilege of anyone who wants one. That said, if you're someone who prefers to avoid such things altogether, you might try one of my other stories instead. The characters depicted in the following story are all 18 or above. One of the themes involves sexual liaisons between young adult women and much older adults in a position of relative power over them. The inclusion of this theme is for storytelling purposes only. It is not a comment on the advisability of such relationships in real life. The Author ~ M.U.F.F., Part II Today, Mr. Robinson keeps me after class. He waits for the rest of the students to file out. He asks the last one to shut the door on their way out. He and I are alone in his classroom. Once again, I spent the w...

It had been a month since Emma's first tryst with her next door neighbor Stephen. Twice she'd had sex with the man and twice she'd felt guilty for enjoying it. Now it had been a whole month since she'd last been alone with Stephen and she was feeling that itch again. In that same month her parents had elected to use up a lot of saved vacation time to get some things done at home. Concurrently her temp job downtown ended. That meant she was had no excuse to slip away to her neighbor's bed to further explore the miracle of the male appendage. Over the intervening weeks she and Stephen had exchanged pleasantries in the yard and her parents noticed Emma's newfound civility towards their neighbor. They just accepted this new wrinkle as their daughter simply being more polite and courteous. The emotional impact of having been intimate with Stephen was also settling in on Emma. She unexpectedly found herself having feelings towards him that she never thought she'...

The rain pattered against the windowpanes, blown by gusts of the high wind moaning outside the cabin. Bern was up late again, drinking his sorrows again, reminiscing about the war again. He saw the scene spread out before him like he was watching himself from a great height. His small band was in the desert, baking in the sun, their wide-brimmed hats doing little to block out the blinding light, the sand blowing in their faces. The sun comes up so violently out here, he was thinking, nothing like the soft light of home where it filters in, mottled with shadows from the high forest canopy. Home is coolness and peace and simple living. This place, this hell of a desert, it's anathema to that. They had broken camp at dawn and were heading to scout out one of the border towns in the region, Alaeton, hotbed of nothing but somehow still vitally important to the war effort. Everything was fine until it wasn't, and the ambush came over a high dune. There was screaming, men dying, the...

Things were looking up for me in one area of life and I was more then ok with it. Professionally, I had managed to make in roads with great people and it was paying dividends of access to events and paid shoots I wouldn't have even sniffed at without their guidance and help. Personally, well... that's a tiger of a different stripe. Kelsey Ann and I had coffee a few times. It was a bit awkward at first, but by the end of the first java date, we were at least back to being friends, that just happened to have had one hell of a sexual encounter with one another. If it ever went back down that road was unclear at best. Then there was Selena. True to her word, she would call me up to scratch her itches when they struck. Once in a while I would call her to come over and fulfill her role as my toy. I didn't want to abuse that, because she was an awesome girl that I wasn't sure how I felt about. So, at the very least, I wasn't going to lead her on or twist things beyond re...

It was late in the afternoon when her tent flap shook. She lay in bed with Markden's arms around her. She was enjoying the feel of his warm skin against her back when the flap shook again. "What is it?" she said hoping not to wake him. "I need to speak with Markden." It was a male voice, and she couldn't put a face to the voice at the moment. "In a moment." She reached behind her hip and rubbed her hand down his hip and thigh. "Markden," she said rubbing his leg harder. He took in a deep breath and stirred. "Markden." She gripped his thigh. "What is it," he breathed against her ear. "They want you outside." She slid her hand behind her back and pushed him away from her. He groaned, got out of the bed, tucked the furs against her, and gathered his clothing. He dressed quickly and went out the tent flap. She sighed, he would be back and bring her the news he was getting now. She needed to be dressed for this,...