by Jack Stratton | Mar 20, 2023 | excerpt
The thing about Frankie was she rolled her eyes every time I added something to a conversation. She never laughed at my jokes, and she never looked me in the eye. I thought it was because I was a little too obvious about my attraction to her. She was brilliant,...
by Jack Stratton | Nov 8, 2022 | erotica
My heart was broken. My heart was broken in lab 427b at 13:45 on a rainy day in April. My name is Miles Brown, and I am a poor scientist. I know it, and now most of the faculty and Biophysicists and Neurophysicists Ph.D. students at my university know it as well. I...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 23, 2022 | erotica
Wednesday meant a racing heart. Thursday through Tuesday meant long nights of writing, erasing, ripping up papers, and trying desperately to find the right words. Sophia wrote a poem every week. She finished them on Wednesdays, usually in the morning before work. She...
by Jack Stratton | Sep 4, 2022 | erotica
Edward was taking me on another one of his damned adventures. I swear, if he weren’t like a brother to me, I’d be done with him. He shouted from the drawing room for me to hurry and dress, but I couldn’t get the damn bow tie right. Looking in the...
by Jack Stratton | Aug 11, 2022 | excerpt
The streets were black, wet, and peppered with gold and red October leaves. At seven o’clock, the sky had already grown dark, with only a few lingering fingers of ruddy crimson at the edges to show where the sun had descended. Alan walked down the familiar...
by Jack Stratton | May 11, 2022 | Uncategorized
Back Seat Brat – “My Daddy’s not here, so you have to pay for my fries,” she said plainly, looking bitchy and bratty at the same time.Pain and Worship – A meeting in a Speakeasy leads to exploration. She heard what he did to her old roommate....
by Jack Stratton | Apr 27, 2022 | erotica
A short story from my early blogging days. Probably around 2007-8. Examining my somewhat burgeoning kink. There is a different tone, a different voice there. Sometimes it is playfully poetic, but awkward. Sometimes it is just arrogant. Other times it is sweet. In this...
by Jack Stratton | Mar 10, 2022 | excerpt
Alicia was, by far, the bitchiest of my little sister’s friends. Growing up, I don’t think I had ever seen her not pouting or rolling her eyes. She seemed to have contempt for the whole world. The thing was, bitchiness was a look that really worked for her. She...
by Jack Stratton | Mar 4, 2022 | excerpt
Henry twisted his neck back and forth trying to get some relief from the tightness of his collar and tie. Usually, he enjoyed cocktail parties, getting dressed up, mingling and carousing, but that evening he just wanted to be home in bed. It had been a horrible day...
by Jack Stratton | Mar 1, 2022 | flash fiction
Did she fall? She was sometimes clumsy. Stretching on her well-worn white sheets, she pulled the blankets back over her naked body. She rubbed her legs together. She combed her fingers through her hair. She moved her hand down the side of her body, over her hip, and...
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