Game Face
The text message came at 11 am that Saturday and simple read “fine.” I didn’t really know what to do with myself, and so I set upon the only thing I could think of. I cleaned my apartment. My place was...
View ArticleRite
Sometimes my eyes fell away from the book and the symbols, and my mind trailed down, down to where she lay. Blood sister, immaculate in her tattoos and freckles, laying on the ground skyclad, one knee...
View ArticleThe Mess of Her
I miss the mess of her. The hair in my drain, the bobby pins in my bed, her chapped lips and freckles. I miss her crying at movies and her staying up all night to finish books. I miss the chaos of her...
View ArticleTime Enough for Love
From a lovely prompt from @peachypersici on twitter. "A time traveling polya person who has a different love in every time period!!!" Please note, I only take prompts at certain times when I'm stuck...
View ArticleHigh School Sex Memories – Stone Summer
So, during the summer before my senior year of high school, I started dating my best friend. This was strange for a variety of reasons, the biggest of which was that she was one of the most well-known...
View ArticleHigh School Sex Memoirs – Six Feet of Kiki
Her name was Kiki Papadopoulos, she was about six feet tall, and she thought I was hilarious. She was brilliant, in all AP classes, and on her way to an Ivy League School. She played basketball and...
View ArticleLove Among the Oddvalds
She promised not to smoke if I just came over. When I got there, she stank of mouthwash and she didn’t know what to do with her hands. You could always tell the state of Amanda’s life by the state of...
View ArticleLittle Cakes
For his birthday the table was lined with Petit Fours and Macarons in pretty pastel piles. Presents wrapped in soft pink and lavender. Bowls of figs and grapes and cherries. Bouquets of violets and...
View ArticleIsle of Me
Excerpt from the short story "Isle of Me." A physicist is accidentally transported to another dimension and trapped on a deserted island alone. Soon though, she isn't so alone, when another version of...
View ArticleThe Writing Group
We had this writing group, with a drinking problem. Or maybe a drinking group with a writing problem. Or maybe the problem was we kept taking our clothes off.
View ArticleDate Idea – Examination & Recording
We go back to my apartment. I strip you naked and examine you very thoroughly. Push and pull you around. Spread you open. Look at every part of you. I may use a large magnifying glass. I write notes....
View ArticleCan’t Win
The plan was to meet for drinks before the party. It was their fourth date, but their first party together.
View ArticleThe Mess of Her
I remember her standing by the window in the morning in nothing but a cropped t-shirt, all wide hips and bitten lips and bed head. Sleepy and pliable. Stretch marks on her incredible thighs. Stubble...
View ArticleNapApp
The NapApp connects people who want to have an immersive consensual non-consent fantasy. Users are vetted and tested and then matched using our advanced algorithm. We then bring users together using...
View ArticleThe Bell
A man finds an excellent use for a doorbell in his living room and even more excellent use for the daughter of the wealthy older couple downstairs.
View ArticleA Trip Downtown
Two gentlemen head downtown for a bit of entertainment. Each has their own predilections, but luckily one knows of a lovely establishment that can facilitate both of their desires.
View ArticleThe Bell
It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god...
View ArticleStockings and Whispers
“Hush hush,” she whispered and patted my head. She brushed my hair back and played with it gently, twirling it between her fingers. I was on the floor, my head against her knee as she sat on the...
View ArticleAs He Liked It
She had been eyeing his suit since 59th Street. When the train emptied at 14th, she took the sudden exodus as an excuse to sit next to him. “I’ve never seen working sleeve buttons up close. It’s such...
View ArticleBetty the Bruiser
I came home to find the apartment in chaos. A lamp, which was still on, lay on the floor, shining a spotlight on a half-empty bookshelf. The books were strewn around the floor and one was soaking up...
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