"Mistress' party comes to a close with orgasms, mud, and blood. But what sort of scars will be left?"
KittenThe heat wave was welcome considerin’ Mistress pulled me from the party into the dead of the night in nothin’ but a stolen fur coat, my glasses, and cat ears. I didn’t even have shoes. Luckily, I’m a barefoot kind...
"In Cold War–era West Germany, a former Stasi operative working in a Kaiserslautern brothel spirals into paranoia as she realizes the surveillance state she fled now lives inside her own mind."
The brothel crouched on a quiet side street outside Kaiserslautern. Its faded yellow stucco melted into the perpetual Rhineland fog drifting down from the Pfalz hills. December 1982. West Germany simmered with unease. Reagan’s “evil empire” speech from March still...
"A sharp, funny Cold War era erotic tale of a savvy Southern belle in a German brothel schooling a cocky GI, where fantasy, power, and laughter collide."
Room 2 felt like a small corner of Dixie dropped into the Rhineland mist. Lace doilies covered every surface, heavy and drooping like Spanish moss. A Confederate-flag patch had been sewn, Becky insisted it was pure irony, onto a throw...
"This is a) A story of how two people finally overcome the tragedy of losing their loved ones. And b) A story about a deliciously big bum."
I’m a bum man.There, I’ve said it.Don’t get me wrong, I love the rest of the package, too. Nothing wrong with a nice pair of tits – big or small, firm or hanging – I enjoy them all. And, of...
"A 1980s West German brothel, Liv transforms sex into cinematic performance, chasing artistic recognition until a client’s confession collapses the fantasy she needs to survive."
The brothel on the outskirts of Kaiserslautern was never meant to be a theater. Yet Liv Andersson had turned Room 5 into something perilously close. A battered wooden easel stood in the corner, nearly always holding a half-finished charcoal nude...
"Body tour takes bawdy turn."
Will“Come in,” Lucy called.I pushed the door open, and crinkled my nose from the stale air. How mad would my roommate get if I were to pop her bedroom’s window open? She sat hunched at her desk, eyes fixed on the...
"My boyfriend shared me with his buddy and I helped my boyfriend closed a multi-million dollar deal."
A couple of years ago, shortly after Ray had coerced me into sex in his conference room, he floated the idea of using me to entertain one of his business associates. I knew refusal wasn’t an option—he still held those...
"In the shadow of Cold War jets and a Rhineland brothel, a homesick airman gifts a desperate dreamer a ticket to Hollywood she can never use,"
The Western FrontThe brothel hunkered on the edge of Kaiserslautern like a forgotten relic, its faded yellow stucco blending into the misty hills of Rhineland-Palatinate. It was February 82, Germany felt like a pressure cooker, Cold War tensions simmering, Jets...
"A brothel worker who survives by controlling desire is shaken when a punk offers her a sexless marriage of convenience, only to vanish before the choice can harden into escape."
The Splintered VowThe winter of 1983 bit harder than usual in Kaiserslautern. January winds swept down from the Pfalz forest, rattling the windows of the brothel and carrying rumors of fresh protests in Bonn against NATO’s planned deployment of Pershing...
"Ayla Yılmaz another room in the anthology of forgotten dreams."
The brothel’s downstairs bar was thick with smoke and the smell of spilled beer on a Friday night in late autumn 1982. Outside, the rain drummed on the parked Opel Asconas and American Ford Pintos belonging to the evening’s clientele....