by Jack Stratton | Dec 1, 2020 | bdsm, flash fiction
The first thing Becky noticed about the bar was how everything seemed to have an amber glow. The dark flocked damask wallpaper, the dark wood of the bar and tables, the candlelight reflecting off the mirrors behind the bar. It was a beautiful place, filled with...
by Jack Stratton | Dec 1, 2020 | bdsm, flash fiction
The key was not letting on how he felt. Let the rope take over. Let the familiar routine play out like a dance number he had memorized. Disappear into his dominance. That would keep him from letting on the crush he had on her. That would hide the fact that he had been...
by Jack Stratton | Nov 12, 2020 | bdsm, erotica, mff, wip
At forty-five, for the most part, I turned off my libido when at the office. Around the company, it was, perhaps, noticeable that I did not react to things. Sexually unflappable. It had been remarked on. There had been various rumors in the company about my sexual...
by Jack Stratton | Nov 12, 2020 | bdsm, erotica, ood
There is a nondescript wooden door at the end of one of the long marble hallways of the Main Branch of the New York Public Library that you can only enter if you have the right knock and the right word and a particular pin on your lapel. Knowledge of the “Private...
by Jack Stratton | Oct 2, 2020 | bdsm, erotica
It was the golden hour when Madam Thérèse de Dillon, still in the elaborate gown she wore for her husband’s meeting with his Viennese investors, finally collapsed on her overstuffed chaise longue and received her favorite guest. Sophie, hardly twenty and in a very...
by Jack Stratton | Aug 8, 2020 | bdsm, flash fiction
She was okay with being naked. She didn’t mind walking past my open windows or if I snapped a picture of her every once in a while. I liked that. I liked how much she enjoyed her body, lounging and showing off her curves without a hint of the embarrassment that is...
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