On holidays, Martin gave himself permission to get a treat. He deserved it, in his opinion. He went most of the year being good, being presentable, being a father and a husband, and an asset to his community. So on the lesser holidays, like Presidents Day or Columbus...
Greedy Queen 2
I've been working on the sequel to my story Greedy Queen for a long time, and this week I was inspired to put the final touches on it. The original is a story of face-sitting, obsession, desire, and lust. The sequel is a dirty little threesome that involves making...
Tough
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,...
The Doll Collector
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 street, his...
Greedy Neighbor
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...
Pain & Worship
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...
Crush in the Wall
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...
The Shaving Lesson
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...
The Valet
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...
The Secret I Couldn’t Keep
She sent him some pictures, because he asked. He was obsessed from the start. When she came to the city to visit him, he couldn’t help himself. She had secrets and just needed an excuse to tell them to someone.
Earning My Coffee
A very early story of mine. An intimate morning game. Exploring switching and involving one of my favorite activities: queening or facesitting.
Ménage à Text
Truth be told, Elise didn’t even really like him. That’s not to say she wasn’t already wet when she got off at his subway stop and climbed the familiar stairs into the lingering evening sun. She hadn’t been to his apartment in weeks. She hadn’t walked through the...