Bantu grinned as Krynolyn motioned excitedly for him to follow her into her considerable back yard. Krynolyn was sweet, but a little controlling for a girl who purported to be a submissive. She was from a big political family in Buttermilk Falls, a family with a considerable amount of money, and she herself worked as a yoga instructor. "On personal yachts....
"Is this our man?" Isaac squatted in front of the body, his elbows resting on his knees, cellphone wedged firmly between his ear and shoulder. He gazed into the dark, cavernous openings where the girl's eyes used to be. There was something calming, soothing about the emptiness. The glare of two suns bathed the beach in a brilliant, sparkling light. One bea...
Introduction - Author's notes about "The Wanderings of Amy" and other erotic discipline fiction The "Wanderings of Amy" was my first effort to write fiction of any sort. I had prior experience writing works of non-fiction, journalism, and academic research. However, I had always wanted to write fiction and have had ideas for a couple of political novels for...
CUTE AS A BUTTON "Three out of four people now believe in angels... What are you fuckin' stupid?!?" ― George Carlin "Isn't that cute as a button?" Phyllis queried. "You bet!" I responded. "The button pressed by el presidente to initiate thermonuclear war," I silently concluded. Am I the only person who's never looked at a fucking button, exuberantly ex...
EPILOGUE The wave hit Rosebud in the back covering her with spray. Murat screamed: "Big one coming", but before she could turn around green seawater covered her and sent her tumbling to the beach. Her belly and breasts scraped the sand and then the water receded again. On hands and knees Rosebud looked around for her stepson and the both of them started lau...
[This account is translated from the original German and may contain some inelegances of style; for which I apologise. It is based on a real-life record but some details have been changed to protect privacy.] * Report of Dr Heinz Kaufmann, Director; Das Krankenhaus Fridschoff, Wien (The Fridschoff Hospital, Vienna) Dieser Bericht ist Ein von nur acht Do...
It's a curious thing, gay literature. It has, over the years, been the most difficult of books for me to read. Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, even Gordon Merrick (remember him?) and scores of other gay or bi writers seem defeated before they started. Excellent as Vidal and Williams and John Rechy can be, there is this terrible undercurrent or not so undercu...
The classes had been sitting on the floor for a little over three hours. They had been told by the terrorists that they couldn't leave to go to the bathroom, so the floor was pretty wet with the urine of several different people. Ashley shifted around a bit. She felt a large weight at the end of her colon and she didn't want to mess her pants. What would peo...
Nap after school today. I dreamt like this: I'm at Lizzie's house. She's sitting there in her stupid little chair in the living room and she's just annoying me. Just babbling on about any such shit and it's really on my nerves, and not because she's an annoying person. She is, of course, believe you fucking me, but it's because I can see myself in her. I ke...
Damn I'm cold, I thought as I got my ass into my dorm. I don't know why I ever moved to Virginia. The place is so damn cold, it's not even funny. I guess I came for the education. The University of Russell offered me a full academic scholarship which I accepted. It's not like my other options were too appealing. Still, there are times when I thought my sibli...