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... by Jack Stratton | Feb 10, 2022 | excerpt
Sometimes the word “crush” made perfect sense. It felt like that, like being crushed, like being pressed under the weight of want, the density of desire. Sometimes I thought about Caitlyn and my chest swelled. She was just so pretty and kind and charming. Maybe... by Jack Stratton | Jun 7, 2021 | excerpt
To meet the husband of your lover is a strange thing. To realize he was flirting with you was quite another. Henry poked at his eggs and smiled nervously as Adam and Kay whispered to each other, both pairs of their pretty eyes sparkling at him as they conspired. Henry... by Jack Stratton | Jun 4, 2021 | erotica, flash fiction
It started as just a little game between Lucy and me. How I’d tease her and how she’d blush and pout. “You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up. “Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine,... by Jack Stratton | Jun 4, 2021 | erotica, flash fiction
“The other night, I was so exhausted,” she said, pulling off her long socks. He was looking in the mirror, gauging the length of his stubble, rubbing his hand across his cheek. “I peeled off my clothes and dropped them on the floor, and then you scolded me and made me... by Jack Stratton | Jun 3, 2021 | erotica, flash fiction
She promised not to smoke if I just came over. When I got there, she stank of mouthwash, and she didn’t know what to do with her hands. You could always tell the state of Amanda’s life by the state of her lips. As she moved in to kiss my cheek, I saw that those... by Jack Stratton | Jun 3, 2021 | excerpt
The dry cleaner (a lovely woman from Belarus, I believe) had my order hanging near the cash register, waiting for me. She tried to brush away my tip, but as always, she eventually conceded with a smile and daintily shoved the few extra dollars (as daintily as someone...
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