by Jack Stratton | Feb 28, 2021 | excerpt
The thing was, she was very young. Certainly legal, but still, I really should have been ashamed of myself. I was a thirty-year-old man, and she was eighteen. It started out so simply, though. She sent me a picture because I wrote something silly, like, “if a...
by Jack Stratton | Feb 22, 2021 | excerpt
Somewhere in between dreams, I heard the shower start. Opening my eyes sometime later, I found myself bathed in gray light coming through white linen curtains. Then I watched the naked legs of a woman in a towel walking back and forth in front of me as I laid on my...
by Jack Stratton | Feb 22, 2021 | erotica, flash fiction
On Sundays, I always make us pancakes. Hot coffee on cold days, but if it’s warmer than 60, I make iced coffee. I love to watch the swirl of cream in one of my old pint glasses full of dark cold brew. I love long, languid mornings. I try not to put on the television...
by Jack Stratton | Feb 22, 2021 | blog
From a purely literary angle, Lolita may be one of the greatest novels written in the English language. The prose in the first two pages alone is about as good as English gets. As a postmodern novel, it uses the complete toolbox of the avant-garde: opulent word play...
by Jack Stratton | Feb 19, 2021 | blog
A few days ago, I found out an erotica story by Anaïs Nin was unearth and published last year. I hadn’t heard about it, and I was excited to dig into new words by Nin. In Auletris, we are given a particular gift; Nin at her most unedited. We get dreamy visions, purple...
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