WARNING: My stories are especially depraved. But there are people who like them. Let us be, because no amount of your self-righteous disapproval is going to change us, and we're not all up in your business. My view is encapsulated in the following lyrics from Frank Zappa & Steve Vai: "Those of you who enjoy this song: Well, thank you, thank you. I love yo...
I was out fishing with a buddy, and I made a comment about a commercial that was popular on TV; advertising a new Viagra-like prescription. I joked about the good looking chicks in the commercials wondering why those guys would need that stuff with that talent. They had some funny lines about how the women now all wanted their men to take this new prescripti...
Cowboy let his cab roll the final fifteen feet as he steered the taxi to the curb in front of Philip's converted hardware store. He dropped Mei Chun with a cheerful, "See ya soon, little lady." It was a cheerfulness Mei appreciated, one which showed her that not everyone thought her a whore, because she was certain Philip would. 'But I was so happy half an...
A dazed Molly looked up at the people clustered around her. She was naked – they were clothed. She was on her back atop a waist high padded bench – they were standing around it. She was trussed up – they were not. Gwen, her editor and dominatrix, had tied a sort of rope bra on her. One rope crossed her chest above her breasts, while another one crossed b...
It's my epic summer. I crave the heat. Heat seems to stir up my happiness genes. I had no idea how my organized, careful world would come to such an abrupt and decisive end. You can direct and plan your life in a fashion that corresponds with your economic means and social demands or you can try to self-actualize. I had gone the safe route with occasional si...
I am certain that I was cussing like a drunken sailor on shore leave. I get that ability from my father. My mother was the reason I was cursing. Or at least, the values that she instilled in me. She taught me that charity, and giving of ourselves, is a good thing. And I was being charitable, helping at the chocolate fantasy fund raiser for homeless dogs an...
Screwball Love: A Virgin in a Threesome "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it." Kate, my estranged wife, never trusted me, but now in the midst of this phone call--about our least favorite topic, sex--she has ratcheted up her doubt. She thinks she knows me. She should know me. We were husband and wife for five long years--long enough so that sex usu...
Her Bliss: the corner of Carie's mind where all her erotic fantasies run free. Anything is possible, and she gets to experience her deepest desires. The catch? She's never in control, and once the fantasy starts, she has to see it through. ~ "You'd think," I said, my teeth chattering, "that a magical space deep inside my own head would have some freaking c...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** There was only one other car in the parking lot when I arrived for my appointment. As usual, the office lights were on, but the large glass doors were locked. While bouncing on my toes, I gingerly tapped on the door and waited impatiently. I didn't wait long, from down a hallway,...
Author's note: This is my first completed novel. While the plot isn't too complex, the goings on in the story are tricky, and with the help and dedication of a friend who reviewed the whole thing, I tweaked the crucial parts of the story to be better. I wrote this story to explore the main themes that are included in it. I won't spoil anything by going int...