「ザキさん、こんなクソ寒い夜中になんの用ですか」 空気も凍るような寒さの夜、理由も告げずに俺を稽古場へ呼び出した小劇団の先輩、崎山に不満を隠さず声を掛けた。そこは、稽古場というより廃倉庫といったほうがしっくりくるボロ屋で、風が吹かないだけ外よりマシという状況だった。貧乏劇団ゆえ暖房器具など置いてすらない。 「おう、すまねぇな、森田。ちょっと見せたいもんがあってな」 「金貸してくれってのは無しですよ」 「そんなんじゃねぇよ。芝居の話だ、芝居の」 崎山はもう四十も半ば、芽の出ない役者だ。売れない理由は、今時となっては珍しい「飲む」「打つ」「買う」と三拍子を見事に揃えた素行の悪さが、業界中に知れ渡っているせいだった。どこぞの脚本家の奥さんに横恋慕して旦那に殺されかけただの、賭場で負けて裸で電車に乗って留置所に入れられ...
On the day after the party she had thrown for her son on the eve of Scott going off to college, having watched him drive away to Buffalo that morning and making her an empty-nester, Shawn Hermann sat on her deck and dawdled over a final cup of coffee while staring at the watch that was left behind by one of Scott's friend's yesterday. It wasn't an expensive...
The vulnerability of men's balls fascinates me. I can identify with the women who get off on ball-busting. Of course, some just get paid to do it. I know very well the insecurity that causes men to crave ball-busting, to test themselves, to experience the unbearable and not cry like a baby. Ball-busting is a power trip for the ball-buster, of course—sort of...
Ellie Carson was a fifty six year old woman who owned the neighborhood flower shop, or as she was fond of saying, the shop owned her. It was all she had to show for a lifetime devoted to a husband who had left her years ago, and she kept opening the door everyday out of habit pretty much because she had no place else to go. Her health was good and the busin...
Circumstance occasionally lead an author to venture into subjects he or she would not usually visit in order to create a certain quality or mood he seeks to express, and such is the case here. This story deals in intentionally brutal and abject forms of sex, and readers who are offended by violence and the grosser excrescences of the human body are cautioned...
Author's Note: Thanks to Techsan and Lady Cibelle for their great editing assistance – they are the best! Enjoy! * WHAT PRICE PARADISE? "If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again." - Antonin Artaud I lay there in the tub, thinking how my life had gone bad so fast. Even now, two months later, I was st...