A New Year’s story, much happier than my usual fare. ——————- She had moved to Louisiana in the winter. It wasn’t cold, not compared to what she was used to, but she still longed to curl up with someone warm at night. Her apartment was a tiny thing in…
An unedited, short horror story for Thanksgiving today. Happy eating, everyone. 12 Steps The wave of blood rushed toward her feet. She stepped back as simply as if she were on some sandy beach, avoiding the incoming tide. She thought back to the last time she was on vacation –…
I remember something… It’s so blurry now. I remember it used to be so crisp, so hard, so bright. Now everything is the absence of light – not darkness, but just… I remember the sun. It was warm and soothing. And grass. And the way the sun gave the sidewalk…
Our Shower: A short auto-bio erotica writing warm-up that I left ungendered and without specific genitalia, most purposely. Our Shower I know you’ve been stressed lately. You don’t say it, and you don’t need to. I’m married to you – I know when you feel the weight of the world.…
Art By A. Stiffler It was a sweltering day. Mistress Cherry sipped from her ice-cold cherry lemonade and noted the fruity touch as she tanned. She couldn’t be sure who actually made the lemonade, but she wouldbe sure to spank all of her harem with equal vigor later. Meanwhile, she…
She took another drag of her cigarette, long and deliberate. He could see the embers light up her eyes from across the room. She was smoking again. He said nothing about it, she was under enough stress. She flicked the ashes into an antique vase. That was probably expensive, he…
Where did you go? I have to find you. I just have to, Sam… First… I had to buy a shop.. Something innocuous, a book shop maybe, not on the High street, not a village icon, never a family owned business. Then, I had to abandon it. For at least…
(”…”) (”…”) It was his BIRTHDAY. How could she do this to him? How could she be so cold? With a name like Lily, what did he expect? A beautiful flower, but lacking so much substance. (”…”) She let her roommate answer the door, but he was still polite to…
In the mornings, she’s alone. She’s hungry. She never worries if they’re hungry. The moths don’t matter. She climbs from the bed’s warm embrace, the cold air rushing against her naked skin. She wraps the silk robe around her, locking her body heat in. It’s easy to get distracted when…
