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Rent

The whole idea of a female roommate was a bit odd to Mark. When his first roommate Tom moved out, Mark was in a pretty tough place financially, so he took the first person who inquired about the room. Paige was quiet, neat, and mostly stayed out of...

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Anatomy of a Spanking

The struggle ended at the couch. She whined and flailed as I dragged her across the apartment by her arm, but when I sat down and pulled her onto their lap, she was suddenly still and quiet. My hand naturally went to her hair. No matter how she...

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Silence is Golden

"When I was a little girl," she said, settling into his lap, "my father had a small psychiatric practice in our house." It was a lazy Sunday. She wore a soft, very thin summer dress with nothing under it. We were languid from breakfast. We were...

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The Transit of Venus

She came to me during the Transit of Venus. The world was blue-gray at dusk. I went to the beach to dry out, to forget, to find some peace. I’d been a reporter when the war started. Which war? One of them; they weren’t numbered anymore. Some...

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Passing

Monsieur Desrosiers was, frankly, a curmudgeon. Around fifty, salt and pepper hair, a strong jaw, nearly six feet tall, and roguishly handsome, I think he was getting fed up with America very quickly. I could only imagine what he thought of me and...

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Let Go

It started with Jones from accounting. He was called into an office, so routine, and then security came and unplugged his computer. Donna Moore was next. She was some kind of account rep. In a week, Baker, Lee, and Hernandez were all gone. They all...

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Knife Game

“You should be careful. My hands could slip,” he said with a smile. The knife dragged along her exposed inner thigh, and she froze. His eyes locked on hers as the knife slipped under her panties, then with a slight shift, he pulled up and cut them...

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Halloween

It must have been because it was Halloween. Violet just didn’t do things like this. She was a nice girl. She was a disciplined girl. She had a good job and a lovely apartment. She visited her parents regularly. She fed her cat and went to the gym,...

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Watching

From the top of the stairs, Tom watched as they were introduced. He always knew Katherine would meet Diane at some point. Their circles of friends were far too close for them to stay strangers forever. Diane had been in his life for years and had...

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Understudy

She’d do, in a pinch. Her hair was the wrong shade of brown, and her eyes were too wide, but he could make it work. Her tits were right. Her ass was actually even a little better than the original. She had the right combination of softness and...

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Wet

He hit her again, a sharp spank on the ass. His hand felt like a paddle until he laid his fingers gently on her skin, examining the heat he created and the raised welts that were forming. His light touch tickled and soothed a little, but she was...

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Good Morning

He woke up as they climbed over him in the big bed, their hands pushing down on his ribs and shoulders and knees painfully. They giggled to each other as if he wasn’t there and then found their places and pulled the sheets and blankets off him....

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Routine

It felt good to have daily routines. It made her feel rooted. The same breakfast every morning; oatmeal with a banana in the winter and fall, yogurt and granola in the summer and spring. She always took the 8:14am train into the city. She always...

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Or Else

She said if I didn’t do exactly what she said, she would scream. She would scream and scream and then tell everyone how horrible I was. How I looked up her dress. How I showed her dirty stories. She said I had to stay still and let her do whatever...

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Never Sir

The coffee dripped into the glass carafe. Kay leaned against the counter of the kitchenette and watched each drop, inhaling the scent deeply. Everything would be better after coffee. Not that the morning was going poorly. She was standing in a...

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Forbidden

“Promise?” she whispered. Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black-rimmed glasses were almost falling off, and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red...

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Fair is Fair

"It's not fair," Audrey muttered as she unbuttoned her blouse. I tried not to laugh as I continued moving things around my bedroom to give myself the most access. I stripped the pillows off the bed and moved a chair and a folding table next to it....

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The Date

Trigger warning: this story contains consensual non-consent in a fantasy framework. The crickets chirped as I pulled the car up to the clearing. Nothing but trees around us and stars above us. I turned off the motor but left the lights and the...

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Crybaby

It had lingered in his head for months. Never really taking shape in any plan, but just gestating in his imagination. “You should make me cry one day,” she had said. He had raised an eyebrow, pondered the thought, but said nothing. The day it came...

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Muscle

I stood in the corner of the small room, tense, ready, waiting. I wore a simple black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. My jacket was a little tight. It made me feel like a caged animal. I was ready to pounce. Jane was sitting at a small...

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Lips and Regret

Her lips were far too full for such a fragile bird-like girl. She had no right to have lips like that. It was, among other things, unfair. There was an aesthetic there, in her dress, which was layers of diaphanous sepia silk and gauzy cotton. The...

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Burden

In her eyes, forever, there was a Midwest kindness. But New York City had let her down, and most of the time she was sad under those thick black bangs. It wasn’t exactly shame that shown in her face when she climbed the stairs to my apartment, but...

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His Hall

She missed his wall, his hall. That place he always threw her against when she came into his apartment. She missed feeling small and afraid. She’d grown up too much, become too jaded, too brave to feel so little. She missed the anxiety and hunger...

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Macaron

When Margaux bent forward, nude, her thighs together, a split peach appeared between her legs, or so I said to Rose, who sat next to me. Margaux laughed when I told her this and corrected me. “No, no, it is my little macaron,” she said with her...

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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...

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Final Meal

He sliced the exotic fruit with a huge knife on the perfect cutting board. Furry greenish-gray splitting to show vivid green and neat circles of black seeds. She sipped her coffee and watched him with annoyance. There was some kind of distracting...

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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...

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Staple

Jason got a full-time job as a research assistant at a museum while he worked on his master’s degree, which means he hardly slept. He was also a teaching assistant three days a week, which meant he was basically teaching a class. Most of the time...

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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...

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In the Park

Violet lived in apartment 1C, a tiny studio, the smallest in the building. She’d moved there because of the building’s proximity to Prospect Park and because the rent was inexpensive, and because the building was beautiful. She was a college...

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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...

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Following the Mouse

She seemed like a little mouse. That’s how I thought of her, what I called her in my head. My little mouse. Oh, how I was wrong. That’s the way it is sometimes. You see a woman, and she can’t look you in the eyes. She is sweet and pretty, and her...

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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.

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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...

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Eyes and Hands

Of the many strange and wonderful things I’ve seen in the past few years, few were as surprising as the tableau I glimpsed as the elevator doors opened to the party in the penthouse of the fancy downtown hotel. It was amazing, beautiful, decadent,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Rosary

Existential masturbation rituals in the quarantine or sublimation of divinity for the sacrament of ones own body.

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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...

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Buzz

A friendly night out takes an interesting turn when a remote controlled vibrator is introduced.

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Aching Revisited

Having an old friend over. Sometimes girls are bratty because it’s the only way they know how to get the violence they want.

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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.

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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...

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Knife Game

“You should be careful my hands could slip,” he said with a smile. The knife dragged along her exposed inner thigh and she froze.

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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.”

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The App

An app that lets people into consensual non-consent plan dirty little affairs. A map, an unlocked door, an invitation.

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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.

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Renting a Girl from the Mall 2: BFFs

After procuring the services of a beautiful nineteen year old girl, Mark is training his young paid playmate Megan on how to seduce her best friend into their kinky world. Will Ashley be convinced to follow her best friend down the rabbit hole and into a twisted and kinky lifestyle?

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Renting a Girl from the Mall

Mark had been watching the teenage minx from the mall for weeks. He couldn’t get her out of his mind with her huge eyes, goth outfits and fake cat ears poking up from her black hair. When he found out she was in financial trouble he did what any nice man would do, he offers her money for sex.

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His Step-daughter’s Little Pink Phone

When Jake starts fucking a twenty year girl, it brings up dark ideas about his college aged step-daughter. Trigger warning: incest roleplay, step-father/daughter incest, age disparity, dubious consent, drunk sex

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Carolyn Blushes

Mark’s roommate has a pretty new girlfriend. Mark is immediately drown to her innocence. He likes to make her blush and wants to do more. He’s going to do more. Trigger warning: involves dubious consent and force.

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Unboxing

I’m very fond of this story. It’s the future. A woman orders a top-of-the-line sex robot. She’s not sure what to expect. Will it be a dead-eyed doll? Will she fall in love? What she gets is kindness. What she gets is help understanding what she wants.

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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.

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A Meal of You

A playful fairytale inspired by Alice in Wonderland. A girl slips into a fantastical world and is thrown into a frightening adventure. Don’t read this if you are offended by very questionable consent, attempted cannibalism, obscene cutlery, mammoth root vegetables, and/or the misuse of butter.

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Old Gray Bill

Catherine was fascinated by Old Bill down the hall. He was a writer, who had a pretty girl come and type his stories, and after, Catherine could hear the sound of spanking.

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Debutantes

A slightly fictionalized story of a yankee going down to Mardi Gras in New Orleans and finding himself in a real debutante ball.

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Roy M. Johnson

In the preface of Delta of Venus, Nin explains how a “wealthy collector” hired her, Henry Miller, and various others to write erotica for $1 a page. I explore that idea and talk about the identity of that collector.

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The Proper Fingering

Charlotte was in need of discipline. She finds a new cello instructor who takes her in hand. A surprisingly intense story that started from just one long title: The Proper Fingering is Essential When Attempting the Works of Johann Sebastian Bach.

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The Writing Group

I was reminded today of our old writing group. The secret one. The one that involved lots of drinking and dirty words and laughs. To be honest, my favorite part of our old writing group had to be Lisa Tan’s pussy…

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A Useful Girl

Teasing can be fun, but it’s important to know everyone’s lines. Though sometimes, you learn someone gets wet when you make fun of them. Then there are all kinds of games you can play.

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Madeline for Brunch

Two friends have Madeline for brunch. She’s such a good girl. She does all the dishes and cleans up their mess, and will crawl right to bed if they ask her to.

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Morning Paper

It was simple. Any time she masturbated or had any kind of sexual encounter, she would stop by his apartment the next morning and hand him a note with the details. He would read it in front of her while he had his coffee.

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Hitachi Slut

The only thing he was more thankful for than Lucy’s insatiability, was the fact that she didn’t have a Hitachi and had to beg to use his.

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Lip Gloss and Control

She had that thing. That thing where she always looked pissed off. It took a long time to figure out that she wasn’t always mad, just most of the time. She invited me over to brainstorm. She had an art project she was working on, but we never...

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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...

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Stories of the Order of Dionysus

The Order of Dionysus is a mysterious society that gathers in secret to do perverse things. They revel in hedonism. Pleasure is their guide. This book contains nine short stories about this sex cult and their hidden meetings and plans. From those who stumble upon clues about them, to their inner workings, this books exposes some of the many secrets of this dark and alluring Order.

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Mr. McIntyre’s Secret

It’s the 1960s. Abigail is a mousy secretary who is in love with her boss. He’s brilliant, handsome, charming, and powerful. She isn’t satisfied typing his letters and organizing his affairs. But once she steps into his world, she finds nothing is...

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Sleepy Girls

She was such a pretty girl when she was sleeping. So soft and pliable, with her eyes closed and her defenses down. Her warm skin under soft sheets called to me, and I couldn’t keep my hungry hands away. Tiny kisses wouldn’t wake her. Neither did...

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That Sort of Thing

The story of a woman named Valentine who meets a charming writer of risqué stories. As she is seduced by his words she is also confronted by the guilt of playing his taboo games. Will reality live up to the dirty fantasies?

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Greedy Queen

While bored in a business meeting, Henry gets a text from the woman he can’t get out of his head. The message is a shot of her thick thighs and a brief sentence informing him that she just got out of the spa, where she got waxed completely bare. What comes next is a tense tale of waiting and wanting and finally delicious satisfaction.

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MMS – Epilogue – The Birthday Party

I had been a month. A month of strangeness and wonder and fear and excitement. A month where I started a new job. A job that turned out to have its own challenges and joys. A job that kept me on my toes three days a week. A job that sent me home...

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MMS – Chapter 16 – Anything

I awoke to a sharp pain. I had turned in my sleep and was leaning on my sore and bruised thigh. The pain was low and warm and gave me bad dreams I couldn’t remember. It was early morning. Gray light from the window. Birds chirped in the distance. I...

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MMS – Chapter 15 – Comfort

I vaguely remember Chase and Marcy taking me out of the ropes. Someone picked me up and carried me up the stairs. I was put into bed, and for a few minutes I fell asleep, which seems ridiculous, but my body just sort of gave up for a while. I awoke...

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MMS- Chapter 14 – Marcy’s Turn

As Trudy led me back to my room, I remembered being a child and waiting to be taken into surgery to get my tonsils out. I was sure I was going to die under the knife. I had a lot of the same feelings as I numbly followed Trudy’s instruction. I...

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MMS- Chapter 13 – Back to the Mansion

My life had been turned upside down. Two ghosts down and one to go, but there was no sign of Marcy yet. Plus I’d hardly spoken to Mr. McIntyre that whole week. So I waited. I’d made his calls and typed his letters and even stood inches from him and...

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MMS – Chapter 12 – Tea

My life was no longer my own, and that made a strange calm come over me. I had never been very good at decisions. I had never been particularly comfortable with the direction my life was going. Suddenly I was at the mercy of Mr. McIntyre and his...

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MMS – Chapter 11 – Jazz

Frankly, there were few things I expected to find in my apartment less than Chase Llewellyn chatting up my roommate Eloise. I almost wanted to check the address because I was sure it had to be in the wrong place. No, there he was, so pretty in a...

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MMS – Chapter 10 – Failure

I didn’t remember the train ride home. I didn’t remember Penn Station or the cab or opening the door to my apartment. All I knew was that I saw things on a Sunday in Autumn. I wrote them down in a little book, and I gave them away, and then I was...

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MMS – Chapter 9 – Minutes

I’ve been given a notebook and a pen, and I’ve been told to write down everything. Everything? If I am going to do that, I guess I need to give you a little background, after all, who knows who might be reading this? My name is Abigail. I’m...

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MMS – Chapter 8 – Dressage

I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what I was wearing. I remember a flash of white polka dots on a sea of navy blue. A little pillbox hat. My face got flushed if I thought about Ms. Peterson pulling up the stockings that clipped to the...

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Disappearing Penny

The office of the small town newspaper was always abuzz with something. Gossip, local dramas, sometimes even a real story that trickles down from one of the big cities. Latham was a sleepy New England hamlet. A travel guide once wrote that it was...

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MMS – Chapter 7 – Dress-up

Marcy came in with that same power she always had, as if she owned the place and had forgotten she bought something so distasteful. She looked at me like I was an oddity, like she was still trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. She was...

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MMS – Chapter 6 – Assignment Completed

October 19thThere is a large, lavish hotel room. Rich crimson and gold wallpaper, a huge bed, gilded chairs and opulent mirrors. Mr. McIntyre is standing in front of the largest mirror straightening his tie. He is in his black suit, the one he...

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MMS – Chapter 5 – A Visit from Marcy

She didn’t say anything, she just walked in. She just brushed me aside and sauntered in with that strut she had. She looked around as she pulled each finger of her glove off. “You don’t look sick,” she said, looking me up and down as I closed and...

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MMS – Chapter 4 – The First Assignment

There was a line, and it had been crossed. I wasn’t stupid. I knew how I looked. I was his puppy dog, his whipping post, his girl Friday. I swooned around him and jumped at his every command. For all my dedication and obedience, all I got a pat on...

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MMS – Chapter 3 – Diary Entry

The next morning I awoke early, tossed from sleep by a dream. On the train into work, I wrote it out in my diary. April 19thIn the dream, there is a large, lavish hotel room. Rich crimson and gold wallpaper, a huge bed, gilded chairs and opulent...

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MMS – Chapter 2 – Missed Appointments

I took a deep breath and looked up at the clock again. It was a quarter to noon, which meant Mr. McIntyre was- the thought made me pause. He was in his “meeting.” He was in his hotel room at that very moment. He was doing things, things that made...

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MMS – Chapter 1 – Morning Routine

Like a hundred mornings before, I sat at my desk and waited for him. The clock ticked in slow motion and I crossed and uncrossed my legs to try and stop them from their never-ending nervous bouncing. I worked in vain to relax as I went through my...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 3 – The Rabbit

Shelby pressed “send,” then closed her eyes and prayed. She looked in the mirror again. The big mirror on the wall across from her bed was one of her few real luxuries, wide and tall and taking up most of the wall of her small bedroom.  She...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 2 – The Pass

It was often surprising, in such a huge city, that my morning subway ride was constantly full of familiar face. I saw the same people every day, the cast of the mostly silent SitCom that was my morning commute. There really wasn't anything special...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 1 – The Ex

Henry was making bacon again. There was something both charming and annoying about his propensity for, and enjoyment of, elaborate breakfasts. Beth had grown up on cold cereal, as had Henry if she recalled correctly. Bacon and eggs were reserved...

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Isle of Me

A physicist accidentally transports herself to another dimension and is trapped on a deserted island alone. Soon though, she isn’t so alone, when a version of her from another dimension, appears. Then another version. And another.

Can they figure out a way off the island? Can they stop from succumbing to the curiosity of what it’s like to kiss yourself? Can they learn to love themselves?

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Order of Dionysus – Part 9 – The Lead

It was 10:15 am and from the corner of my eye I saw Sophie check her phone again. Same little smile, same red in her cheeks, as her face was illuminated by the faint blue glow for the fifth time that morning.  “I’ll be right back, Lily,” she...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 8 – The Exhibit

The invitation came one autumn morning. A crisp white card etched with rich black ink. “You Are Invited To: Un-Still Life.”  “For your curiosity and consideration, we invite you to examine a girl on display. Cocktail attire. OoD members only....

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Order of Dionysus – Part 7 – The Shop

We bought her on Bond Street. There was a little shop, above a haberdashery, with a large plate glass window with gold foil lettering on it, where they have a book full of people who want to be sold. The counter person was quite dashing in their...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 6 – The Mark

Sometimes Dee liked to fuck men she didn’t find attractive. If she was at a party and there was that one guy who talked a little too loud or made jokes that were a little too rude or perhaps just wore an ugly suit, she couldn’t think of anything...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 5 – The Hole

The bar was beautiful, dimly lit, with dark wood paneled walls, black lacquered tables, low music, and the hushed buzz of conversation.  The bartender nodded at me as I walked the length of the bar. His muscles rippled as he shook a chrome...

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Sick Girl

The whine was a little girl noise: a pouting, stubborn groan of frustration. I heard it when I opened the door and let the light from the hall break the spell of darkness in her room. On the pink bed, the girl was covered in blankets, pillows,...

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Showing

As Jason showed me around the big house, I was impressed by the space. A modern kitchen with a six-burner stove. A fireplace and huge television in the living room. “We have a hot tub out on the back deck. Business-class internet. The neighborhood...

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History Lesson

I think the first time I considered any kind of poly, it was in a remarkably unhealthy situation. This was more than fifteen years ago. I was living out west with my girlfriend at the time. We were in bad places mentally, emotionally, every way....

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Mourning

I didn’t know the Porters very well, though our families had been intertwined in various ways for most of my life, be it in business, marriage, or as friends. Then again, my position in my own family was somewhat liminal. I came and left. I...

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Morning with Them

Birds chirped, and the sun crept in from the small opening between the curtains. It was enough to rouse us. I held myself in that place between sleep and waking. Smelling the cold air that drifted in over the heat of the radiator. I heard a sigh...

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Rubbing

When I think about Jasmine, I remember the hours of kissing. I remember the humidity of our attraction. How we locked ourselves in my bedroom, and it was like we turned into teenagers fogging up the windows as we wrestled in the backseat of a car...

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Alma and Bee

Bee's whimpers of need were, frankly, pretty pathetic. As was the way she raised her hips in the air, trying in vain to reach something to rub against. Her greedy cunt was glistening wet, shaved bare, and swollen from hunger and torment. She was...

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Scheduling Conflict

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...

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Bound Crush

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...

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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...

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The Evolution of This Site and My Writing

Hello friends and readers. How’s your quarantine going? Mine has been complicated. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing, erotica, social media, isolation, feedback, money, and most of all, validation. For me, writing erotica online started (more...

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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...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 10 – The Library

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...

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M, Mme, & Mlle

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...

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The First Party

It’s the first party after the quarantine, and no one is really sure what to do. In the familiar loft, we all stand with drinks in our hands like its prom, and no one is sure if it is cool to dance. Desperation is everywhere, palpable, and real....

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Pigtails

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...

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Love Seat

There was a familiar comfort in the deep couch. There was a knowledge that if one sat on that couch, they would sink back and possibly never get up.  But that’s what we wanted at that moment.  It was cold and raining outside. We could...

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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...

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Little Cakes

For his birthday the table was lined with Petit Fours and Macarons in pretty pastel piles. Presents wrapped in soft pink and lavender. Bowls of figs and grapes and cherries. Bouquets of violets and foxglove. He was never alone, and everyone was...

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Esme Llewellyn, Spirit Detective (Series)

In London, 1880, Horatio Asquith runs a most unusual business. Asquith & Llewellyn Spirit Detectives investigate all sorts of cases: haunted houses, evil curses, even demonic possession. But it is really young Esme Llewellyn, Horatio’s...

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Under the Roses (Series)

On a side street in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, beneath an ordinary-looking flower shop, is a modern-day speakeasy that only those who have a password can get into: Under the Roses. It’s an exclusive spot where the fashionable are served more...

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Order of Dionysus – Part 11 – Comfort

It was a little after six p.m. on a rainy Monday evening when I remembered the card. It had been a horrible day, and the sudden memory was like being hungry and recalling that you had some delicious leftovers in your refrigerator. It had been a...

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Stockings and Whispers

“Hush hush,” she whispered and patted my head. She brushed my hair back and played with it gently, twirling it between her fingers. I was on the floor, my head against her knee as she sat on the couch. “Will you fix my stockings, love?” She...

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That Sort of Thing

The story of a woman named Valentine who meets a charming writer of risqué stories. As she is seduced by his words she is also confronted by the guilt of playing his taboo games. Will reality live up to the dirty fantasies? AmazonB&NSmashwords...

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Greedy Queen

While bored in a business meeting, Henry gets a text from the woman he can't get out of his head. The message is a shot of her thick thighs and a brief sentence informing him that she just got out of the spa, where she got waxed completely bare....

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Sci-Fi Sex

Strange and wild sexual adventures. From deep in space, where lonely astronauts find comfort in sex clones, to dark tales of mind control, to bizarre stories of tentacle sex, to the unboxing of a brand new sexbot, these stories are full of...

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Stories of the Order of Dionysus

The Order of Dionysus is a mysterious society that gathers in secret to do perverse things. They revel in hedonism. Pleasure is their guide. This book contains nine short stories about this sex cult and their hidden meetings and plans. From those...

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The Blackboard

It was a thunder crack when he smacked her, then a still moment as the world went silent, then lightning behind her eyes. Everything vibrating and swimming. Blood rushing in her ears, her face heating and turning red, her vision blurring, and then...

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My Biggest Fan

She walked into the bar, and time seemed to stop. She was amazing. Jesus. Tell, a little thin for my tastes, but with a big ass. Her ass was just a fucking bubble. She was beautiful. Face like an angel. Thick pouting lips, big brown eyes, shortish...

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Betty the Bruiser

I came home to find the apartment in chaos. A lamp, which was still on, lay on the floor, shining a spotlight on a half-empty bookshelf. The books were strewn around the floor and one was soaking up the remnants of a vase of water that held the...

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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...

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The Bell

It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god awful presentation. Then rain the minute I left...

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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...

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