So twice a week the boys who were to play the Red Indians in Miss Cuff's school drama had to drag themselves down the echoing corridors of Grover Cleveland High and report to Miss Assam, the principal's secretary. They stood in front of her beetroot red and shuffling. She would mark their names, flash them a grim smile and send them to the second door on the...
Epilogue: The Flight Home Steve, Deana, and Julie were on Steve's personal G-5 on the first leg of their journey back to Texas. It was mid-afternoon on Sunday, Tahitian time. Just 24 hours since Deana showed up on the doorstep of the bungalow in Papeete. Following yesterday's impromptu orgy, Deana had fulfilled her promise to Steve and gone straight to bed,...
William checked the address on the piece of paper and looked at the building in front of him; fifty-four twenty-six west Orion. He stopped in front of a security speaker system and pressed the call button. "Yes?" Came a quiet, female voice. "Umm, yeah, yes, hi, hello, uh, my name is William, William Bertrand, I have an appointment with Miss Lavande?" A lo...
**It takes a while, because it sort of a MF love story, but one with a big twist. And it follows the contours of a very much true story** * The academic job market is tough, especially for an English major. The problem is that one becomes invested, you catch the learning bug. Luke caught that bug early. Coming from a small town like Robins, Iowa, there was...
This begins a new story about a young doctoral candidate who decides to study submission by becoming a submissive. It contains bondage and discipline, oral and lesbian sex, sex toys, public masturbation and exposure. For the purposes of this fantasy, STD's do not exist. It is a work of fiction, though some places are real for authenticity purposes, though no...
All the characters in this story are, of course, 18 years or over. ***** It was the summer of 1956 and the sun shone on the United States. It shone on the mid-West. On Minnesota. On the town of Brewer, set among pasture and lakes, with its silos, railroad tracks, dairies and car yards, its treelined streets and spacious old two story homes. It shone on it...
The two women were seated in the living room. Rodney had just walked in, clutching the paper bag with his loin cloth, moccasins and headband. Shit, he thought. His mother is entertaining the famous Mrs Reilly. The lean, lustrous local celebrity. Oh my god, he thought. The first time she had ever been in their house. She was said to be a friend of eminent...
A truth, by Tommy Blue-Genes. There have been so many airports this year. First Phoenix, then London, then Glasgow—-and finally, Boston. Travel like I'm running away from something, or like I'm finally free. Or maybe it's the same thing. Tonight is a bad night though, and the voices in my head won't shut up. I can't sleep, so instead, I'll sit here at th...
The knock at the door woke me up from my slumber at exactly 6:45 am, Eastern Daylight Time (don't even get me started on how much I despise Daylight Savings). I struggled to get to my feet, having drunk more than a few spirits and also fucked my way through quite a few people the day before. It was nice, but it's good to have a chance to sleep such a maratho...
Author's Note: Due to the setting of this chapter, I'd like to reiterate that all characters in this story are above the age of eighteen. Lucy's heels clacked along the empty hallway. She trailed her fingers over the metal lockers of Pershing High like she had fifteen years ago. Fifteen years before she would become the Crimson Lady. Her picture still hung...