"In the harsh world of real estate, sometimes you deal in alternative currency."
“Do you have it or not? I’m tired of your excuses?” Eric drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, his dark eyes widened as he stared down at Carmen. He looked ready to tear her apart if she couldn’t make...
"Gas Station Pills, Emergency Room Thrills"
Dear Sir or Madam (though likely Sir), I am writing this letter to the management of Fuckboi Productz, a subsidiary of Thrust Inc, a subsidiary of Nasty Players, a subsidiary of Gran’s Old Fashioned Homeopathy. Hello, my name is Tonya...
"Absense makes her heart grow fonder..."
I met her on Christmas day, hours after I had been run out of the church. I don’t remember how I found her home, it’s not the sort of place you find when you look for it. I was eight...
"Mistress Has a Lesson, Told with Knots"
The Mistress smiled slyly as she began to explain,The uses of what she brought.She would create clever coils that bring paradise and pain.I had a lesson to be taught.“There will be five knots that I tie to keep you in...
"The store closes for only one day of the year..."
I jumped as she screamed as loud as she could, her voice bouncing through the empty store.A sly smile crept over her face when she was done."I always wanted to do that."Everyone else enjoyed their Christmas holiday, so we volunteered...
"Two Lovers, Grinding in the Night"
Two bodies, pressed together in a violent stillness.Skin to skin, force meeting force.They are wrapped in a passionate embrace.Without movement, but not without force.A motionless dance, building energy and desire.They both yearn for release, but neither will submit.And slowly the...
"Sometimes the Mistress hits, other times she misses."
As Richard stepped into the house, flowers in hand, Jackie was waiting at the door.“You filthy pig, why are you so late?” She cracked the shining leather riding crop against the wall and stared with condemnation.Richard gestured to the flowers...
"A seductive new job offer to bring the world to it's knees..."
Gripping the knob, I popped my hip against the peeling paint of the familiar office door. Ever since the titular owner of ‘Jacob Tomb, Private Investigations’ had drunkenly kicked it open three years ago the lock had ceased all functionality...