short-story
I hate Vegas. I always feel so cheap, and grasping, and white trashy there. From the dudes on the strip flicking their porn club...
When I woke up the next morning, Adrienne wasn’t in my bed anymore and it felt oddly cold and empty. I frowned, determined not...
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...
A story of pasts, presents and futures There is a message within a message in every handwritten note, a subtle impression of the writer’s soul....
It appeared Master would be a good while with his client, so I headed to my room to get ready for my spa trip....
Walking down the corridor, I feel like the tapping of my heels is way too loud — as if everybody in the building has an ear...
