A weak woman has a dangerous addiction. Her lover helps her to get rid of it, cold turkey. SCENES OUTSIDE THE WILDER-FELLINI BUILDING Cinner I beg you to forgive me, but your rage is inconsolable. You slap me hard across the face and push me roughly into the car. I slump in my seat crying and cradling my jaw. You speed toward the campus where you are the...
A new clamor interrupted Dr. Casey's own private scream of release; the one that echoed only in her head. Small crowds of drunken chatter floated by the side of the building as rodeo revelers started to head away from the stage for fresh drinks or make their way home for the evening. She could feel small whooshes of breath cooling her hot pussy and then Ra...
This is a work of fiction. The relationships portrayed in this story are also a work of fiction and any resemblance to a person is purely coincidental. Names are removed due to the sensitive nature of the text. Preface I've always had a thing for authority. Any authority will do: police officers, teachers, popes, et cetera. This kink is the quiet passenger...
Meet Rama Osman, a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. A graduate of Algonquin College's Applied Business program, Rama presently works for Shared Services, the go-between tech company seen in so many Canadian Government buildings and Crown Corporations. When Rama isn't at work, the gal leads a life like no other... When people...
Laura dumped her bags unceremoniously on the bed, then collapsed face down into the pillow and screamed silently. Today had not gone well. She was twenty-four years old, and she was sick to death of writing papers, and lit reviews, and never doing anything that felt meaningful. Her novel was going nowhere, she had a demeaning job for anyone, even a grad stud...
My name is Lucas James Plywood. I'm a young black man living in the City of Los Angeles, California. These days, I'm a student at the prestigious Central California College, one of the best private schools in the state of California. Add to that the fact that I basically attend this great school for free and you'll realize why I'm in such a celebrating mood....
How to save the world. You probably clicked on this essay, because you thought 'what the fuck does that have to do with erotica?' It seems like a big subject. Perhaps too big. After all, there are thick books such as the Bible and the Koran that attempt to provide a one size fit all solution that has in fact been used by people to justify some of the most he...
It all started with an innocent text one Saturday morning. Halloween morning, as it so happened. I had gone into the office for a couple of hours in the late morning, to perform some filing and record keeping that I had fallen behind on. Then the text from my wife had arrived, "Can you come home? Problems here." I immediately responded, asking "Problems?"...
She lay back on her bed. Rachel's sexiness was all engrossing. Her olive skin covered her limbs like the yellows, greens and tans of Van Gough Dandelion – symbiotic in his shades. Rachel was truly the sexiest woman that men had ever seen. She was a striking – the kind one writes ballots about. I was touched by her essence, which shone brilliantly through...
I met June at the local support group for women with mental health issues. She is a transsexual woman in her late fifties. Of course, June was the type to stand out, so I had seen her around our neighborhood for some time. Like most people, I admit I was curious. But unlike others, who taunted and tormented her, I was too polite to inquire. But over the week...