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Impeccable Service

There was a peace in the courtyard of the hotel that he thought was gone from the world. A good strong pot of coffee wordlessly placed on his table, fresh fruit and fresh croissants, pristine white tablecloths under wide cerulean umbrellas which were in turn under a...

What’s in a Name

I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to admit it. I didn’t like it when she didn’t tell me the truth, but it was part of the game. It wouldn’t have been as fun if she just said it, but I honestly didn’t like it when she lied. So I spank her honestly.

Garter Boy

He knelt on the hardwood, the cracks of the old Lower East Side apartment’s aging floor pressing against his knees through the thin material of his black tuxedo trousers. The giggling around the room was pervasive, as were the popping of champagne bottles and the...

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...

Word of Mouth

Downstairs, in a bar that’s a half secret, there is a party that is supposed to be kept quiet. It was my first time at that particular soiree, and I was told when the door closed, things get interesting. The painter is a chemical necessity in these situations. She is...

The Front

One of my most vivid memories of youth was in early high school. I was fooling around with a girl named Maria, who lived a few blocks away from me. She was a very soft-spoken and sweet girl. We were the same age, but she went to Catholic school, whereas I went to...

Want

We were going out for drinks. That was all. Just to see if we were both alright. This was after our break up and after the crying. We eyed the subway signs as they passed the window. All the numbers going up. Our hands found each other, but she wouldn’t look me in the...

Seven Minutes

The walk-in closet was almost completely dark. A shaft of light came from under the door, which gave them just enough illumination to make out each other’s forms once their eyes adjusted. “This is ridiculous,” he started, but then she stumbled into him. Her body was...

Unsated

He was never content just to receive. He was never happy with just one form of stimulation.  If they kissed sweetly, his hand would inevitably find her breast. If they cuddled, his palm would find the roundness of her ass.  Not that she minded. She liked to...

Beg

Cultivate a desperation in her. Plant seeds in whispers and midnight missives. Give her little tasks that propagate the cycles that will undo her. Have her touch herself, but never to climax. Rub your cock against her, but never penetrate. Tease and touch and play,...

Written

We didn't speak. It was something we decided early on, in emails and texts and our conversations in the café that sat in between our apartment buildings. Over time, one by one, we took away each line of communication. As our negotiations went on and our boundaries...

The Girl in the Beret

The girl at the end of the bar, in the beret, reading a book. She passes you a note. “I live very close by. Are you still up for a fight? You could hit me. I would like that.”