We proudly present the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. * Erotica is wonderful. The only genre of literature with the potential to produce a directly observable physical change in the reader. I...
The month of December in central Maine is fucking cold. Let there be no mistake about that. As Logan Temple walked briskly back to his dorm one afternoon not only could he see his breath, but it turned into tiny ice droplets before evaporating, while each intake of oxygen through his nose burned his nostrils. It was the first time this boy from California wo...
Lost Bet 2: So That Happened. "Shit!" Leo grunted multiple times as he wormed his way through the string web to get back to the other side of his room and throw on his clothes. I cleaned my chin and clothes with a towel I found on the floor. "Who do you think it is?" Leo asked me. "How should I know, it's your house" I replied. "You don't have to be ru...
(non-erotic no sex till next chapter ^,^) * I sat in my room watching the news: another animal attack, killing a homeless bum, I sighed. I turned the channel and watched South Park softly chuckling to myself. I felt my phone vibrate beside me and read the text from my friend Bruce. "Hey Jagger wanna come over?" I replied quickly saying I'd be there in...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This is a flash story. Yes, I need an editor but no, I do not want an editor. Yes there's too many people to keep track of. Yes it jumps around too much. Yes it's too short, yes it's too long. Yes this is stupid shit and yes I cannot write leg...
Remsen, New York. A rural town in the middle of nowhere, circa 1979. ... When I left work around noon on July 5th, I didn't realize how much my life was going to change. Because business was dead, the owner of the AGWAY that I worked at during the summer let me out early. I was going to call my Dad and ask him to pick me up, but decided that because it was...
Peter Grandon sat moodily in his dorm room staring at his literature textbook and studying for finals. He had read the same passage four times and he still couldn't tell what the paragraph meant. His mind was elsewhere. He was in the middle of a crisis. In a week he was supposed to leave for home on winter break. Four weeks away from his state college—books...
The Ranch "I'm no cowboy," Eliot reminded his roommate. Behind the wheel of his black Hummer H1, Harlan said, "Neither am I." "But your dad—" "He's a wannabe cowboy." "Who just happens to own a 1,583-acre ranch in Texas." "Land is more like it. The former owner raised turkeys and hogs, but Dad sold the birds and hogs and had the hog barns demolished af...
*Sorry for my long period of absent, been busy recently. I wake up in the morning, to the sight of a rising sun spilling light into my room. I think to myself about what a life I have been living so far. Less than 2 months ago, I indulged in some anal with my best friend, then 2 weeks ago, I got to enjoy my best friend's father and his wonderful cock. After...
Everything had a slight yellow color from the lights overhead as Raven waited for the last bell of the day. He glanced around the room wondering how many of his fellow classmates he would see again after graduation the next week. His eyes caught on his best friend and he felt the smile start to slip over his face. The young man sitting quietly on the other s...