flash-fiction
I’m lying on my back, my hands at my sides, a silk strap running under my body and binding my wrists in...
(Deviant Art) Come on, she says. Just this once. At least think about it, OK? You’re always asking me to do stuff and most...
Pamela has been planning this trip for a long time and is excited about finally going. She just tells her boyfriend she needs some...
They had found their spark again. Champion was a special breed Taylor answered the door after a decent interval but her enthusiasm was etched all...
Let me fuck your saxophone, I said. I was kidding. Sort of. It was just something I said on the spur of the moment....
They anoint her with jizz like it’s Holy Water. She takes communion on her knees. She smiles for the camera. I want to fuck my...
It was New Year’s Eve, and I was in a noisy bar, surrounded by strangers. I’d been planning to celebrate with a crowd, but...
Juliett and Martha were wrapped around each other in a tight sixty-nine, eyes shut and breathing in gasps; Martha’s stiff little tongue tip flicking...
I’ve watched her hanging out at the bar, nursing her drink for the last few hours, not paying attention to the dancing going on...
“So…” I say, giddy as hell. “So…” she says, nervous as hell. She’s sculpted her body into a work of art, all lean and sinewy with...
