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A Quick Trip Downtown

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 mirror, I remembered...

A Casual Beating

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...

Lucy’s Game

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,...

Scolding

“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...

Putting Things Together

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...

Faux Hunt

To test his bride to be, Dandy Jack and his cadre of gentleman hunters switch out a fox for a lovely red-headed vixen.

The Dinner Party

Bethany Paige had beautiful huge round wine glasses. They were fish bowls with stems. Not only were they enormous, but there were so many of them. There had to be twenty-five people stuffed into her Williamsburg loft and every guest held one of these goblets. Plus...

The Crush

That morning, after we fucked, Amy told me that she had a crush on a boy. I was still half asleep as she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped on her bra. I watched as she fumbled a bit with the tiny bent clasps. She was a pouting princess sometimes. There was...

Leaving for Paris

Julia went to see James in New York before she left for Paris. When she wrote him that she was moving there, he was the only one who didn’t ask her why. That was James. That was why she had to see him before she went. She took the train from Philly into New York, and...

As He Liked It

She had been eyeing his suit since 59th Street. When the train emptied at 14th, she took the sudden exodus as an excuse to sit next to him. “I’ve never seen working sleeve buttons up close. It’s such a beautiful detail,” she said, her fingers hovering over his light...