Corbin Murray

Triston barreled down the hallway, his sneakers squeaking on the clean floor. Lillian coughed from the smoke invading her lungs. Her body bouncing underneath her robe as she was carried out to safety. Triston’s nervousness was emanating off of him, causing her heart to race faster. Entering the lobby, he set her down. Her bare feet touching the cold tile, Lillian tightened the soft cotton around her. She felt very exposed in front of all the people exiting the gym, and the first responders running past her towards the commotion. Tobias was by the front desk, speaking quickly with a fireman. Lillian couldn’t help but wonder if the man was capable of talking slowly. She watched as Triston approached his father, placing his hand on the back of his suit jacket. Listening to the men, then glancing at his father’s back, Triston realized he had left a large oiled handprint on the beige coat. He slid his hand across his shirt and continued questioning. Lillian chuckled, staring at the stain o...

The frenzied clicking of the black gel pen interrupted the peacefulness of the room. With every minute that passed, the sound quickened. Realizing her manic behavior, Lillian slammed the pen on top of her desk and put her hands on her thighs. Restless, she opened her email, and scanned her inbox for anything to distract her mind. There was an appointment later than usual this evening on planner. Forcing her to stay at work past five. She mumbled discontentment into the screen. Tobias Andeno was highlighted on the calendar, he wanted to meet with her to discuss developing a bigger brand for his small business. Lillian did not recognize the name, and honestly had little interest. This attitude problem was bad for her job, being so distracted by her gym sessions, which had caused her to be a mess all week. Triston seemed to disappear. She had religiously visited the gym, with no sign of her smutty study buddy. Lillian was so pissed off by the desertion she decided not to go tonight after...

The Extra Mile Lillian sat in her office, the heavy wooden door shut, secluding her from the noise and bustle on the other side. The sleek smoky walls of her sanctuary were accented by rich wooden shelves, covered with various awards and framed photos. She stared out her large window, overlooking the city below her, swiveling slowly in her office chair. Tapping one corner of her seat against the desk as she rotated, her hand resting on her leg. Lillian used her index finger to leisurely trace the bite mark on her inner thigh. Her red heels were resting on the floor in front of her, as she recalled the steam room the night before. Triston’s efforts had held her brain hostage today. Unable to accomplish anything other than checking emails, she was frustrated with herself. The day was dragging, and she kept eyeing her gym bag on the chair next to the door. What she would give to leave early and sprint to the studio. It was not guaranteed Triston would be there, he had proved to be erratic...

The Extra Mile An erotic tale inspired by strangers on social media Lillian Reed happily punished herself nightly at the gym two blocks from her office. After a long day of marketing and meetings, taking time out of her schedule to sweat out the stress is necessary. Making her way around the gray walls of the nearly empty room, she pulled up the strap of her gym bag, placing it higher up on her sculpted shoulder. Settling herself on a piece of equipment, she began her routine. Running through the day's events in her mind and quickly becoming consumed by her thoughts. Sweat builds steadily on Lillian's brow, and before long, her heart is beating at a nice pace. Feeling warmed up, she fixes her long espresso colored hair into a tighter bun, and glances at the mirrored wall quickly. She almost doesn’t recognize herself. After losing almost fifty pounds, she is finally comfortable in her skin. Her caramel eyes stare back at her with satisfaction. Adjusting her black leggings, and p...