As a sixth-year graduate student in the History department, I was supposed to be finishing my dissertation on the aesthetics of Late Victorian pornography. Instead, I was spending all of my fellowship money on pot and vintage erotica. I wasn't sure what started my malaise and stalled my writing. Perhaps it was simply that my long-standing boredom with the...
Part 1 The Mistress You meet me and we walk through the warm drizzle to a bar. It’s busy, noisy, typically gay in fact, but we blend in here and no one’s to know. You let me buy the first round; you find a spot by the fag machine, lean your broad back against the wall. I stand by your side, close so we can talk, thick as the thieves we are. And so we talk,...
Laura drew the next card from the stack on the table. "Kiss", she called out. For the love of sanity, how ironic was that - she'd just dumped her boyfriend of 14 months three weeks ago, and now in this stupid game that her friends insisted she play, which she'd always refused on previous occasions, she either had to kiss somebody else at the table, or forf...
Bernita: Or My First Job in Advertising Early one evening I'm sitting alone at the bar in Jorjet's wondering if I ought to leave this place because tonight it's like a graveyard, when the street door opens and a tall woman dressed in black walks in and looks around for a place to sit. She can sit anywhere, since there aren't more than six customers in the r...
Part The Second: In Which the Maiden Esme Winterblossom, Taken Captive By The Sapphic Pirate Miranda And Her Crew of BBWs (Brazen Buccaneer Wenches), Finds Solace In The Arms of a Chubby Young Scullery Maid Named Amelia, Who Having Shown Her The Delights of "The Tingle," Promises To Return To The Cabin Where She Is Being Held, That Night For More of The Same...
Julie had driven by the house many times always wondering if the subtle house that was located just outside the industrial park was legit or not. She had contemplated getting a massage and the thought of getting a massage from "one of those" places intrigued her. She had always been so conservative, never taking a chance or do anything wild or out of the ord...
It started out like any other day in the office. Coffee. Traffic jam. Gossip in the elevator. An early morning conference followed by a quick trip to the bathroom in search of relief. Yes, Cat thought as she scanned the empty bathroom. Just another day in the office. After confirming the bathroom was empty, Cat hurried past the row of sinks and stalls witho...
I am alive, just school stuff, chores... Anyway, enjoy. Feedback please! Oh yeah, some of the new characters are... uuuuh... you decide, but mildly put, they’re offensive. They will be reoccurring, and around more than “Texas” had been. +++++++++++++++ TUESDAY (? POV) 6.03am, N.Y.C., N.Y. I am sitting in my car stopped at the curb. Cars pass on the str...
My father met my new step-mother at my school. She was one of the teachers there and had met her one night during a PTA meeting, back when I was in high school. That was three years ago. I had nothing against her, she was a sweet woman. Pretty too. She was definitely an improvement over the last wife. The only problem I had was that she and my father got ma...
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