The Western Front

"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...

The Splintered Vow

"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...

Dia de Las Reyes

"A sex worker relates an unusual day at work to her husband"

It had been an exhausting night at the brothel.“How was work?” my husband asked. “Three rich guys came in. They’d made a long journey and wanted some fun before heading home. Anyway, they insisted on taking me together!”“Not…one in each hole?”“Yes!” “Wow,...

The Heat of the Kebab

"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....

The Echo Of The Wall

"In Cold War shadows near Ramstein Air Base, a defected East German sex worker finds fleeting echoes of lost love in the arms of a homesick American soldier."

The brothel sat on the outskirts of Kaiserslautern, a squat two-story building with faded yellow stucco that blended into the misty Rhineland-Palatinate landscape. It was 1982, and the Cold War hung like a perpetual fog over everything—the American jets roaring...

Stephani’s Corruption Chapter 1

"Stephani goes from loving wife to cock obsessed whore"

Heather’s apartment always smelled like vanilla candles and whatever takeout they’d murdered the night before. Tonight it was Thai, and the empty containers were still scattered across the coffee table like casualties. One of her socks had a hole in...