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The Freak Inside

Empty brick factories were falling down around her. Glory days abandoned. Hungry souls watched from every broken window. The black thigh highs were balled up in the same hand with her clutch. They were only a couple shades darker than the tone of her bare thighs. The spikes she’d been wearing dangled from the other hand. It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still...Read On

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A Scarred Wonderland

Don't believe what you see. Nothing is as it seems. Or is it?

I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top...Read On

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Little Perversions

Babydoll finds her ultimate freedom by indulging in the hardcore.

The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage...Read On

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Laney Scoops the City

How far will a sexy young journalist go to land her story?

Laney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit....Read On

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Frank Chase, Private Dick : Skittles

The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well, but it puts enough change in my pocket to keep my vices going; drinking to excess, losing at cards, and pissing off good looking dames. Today I was on a roll....Read On

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Buz

The Audition

In the days when porn was taboo.

Early Spring 1980 Just minutes before, a rare thunderstorm had graced Los Angeles. Rain had poured in torrents, leaving puddles and causing reflective glare on the streets. The click of high heels on the wet sidewalk roused the attention of the guys standing outside the pool hall. They all turned to watch as a very attractive young blonde walked by. “Hey babe, wanna taste of big...Read On

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Exempt

If you must...

Before you do it, may I say something? Annually, you silently loathe it. I know this. You’ll search for us in an aisle besieged with  fifty shades of pink and red that replaced the  red and green 75%-off leftovers. You’ll remain mute while making your symbolic selections. Standing, waiting, sighing behind lines of anxiety laced testosterone in the twelfth hour on the fourteenth day ...Read On

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I Hate You

It's Valentine's Day. Let me straddle your lap, whisper in your ear and declare, “This is war.”

I hate you,  All who are like you.  So, I keep you close  In view  Because that’s where enemies belong.  That way I can watch  The clarity of deep green eyes,  Pupils that dilate and narrow  With the subtle shift of your smile.  I shall not be mesmerized  By the quality of your laugh  That echoes,  The vibration of which  Is feathery  Like the warmth of your breath,  The...Read On

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Molten Core

Eve finds out just how hot glass can be.

The workshop existed in a world of heat and light all its own. Patiently, Eve turned her blowpipe, expertly heating the carefully shaped multicolored layers of molten glass. Her lean, muscled arms held the pipe steady as she twisted it, watching through the glory hole as the glass began to glow faintly inside the furnace. The room was hot enough so that she worked in a ribbed white tank top,...Read On

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Saving Felicity

“Here will work just fine,” Eduardo pointlessly shouted to Felicity, over the deafening howl of the wind. His face was covered with a scarf, snood and goggles, which made it impossible to see what he was saying. His muffled words were picked up by the wind and carried away, but in that moment it was fear that caused Felicity’s deafness to intensify. All around her, the world had turned to...Read On

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Snowblind

Dedicated to unlikely love - even in the most extreme circumstances.

I screamed desperately into the white veil, thrashing at the blank landscape with the least convincing punches I’d thrown in my life. The cold numbed and bit into my skin, forbidding me from forming feasible fists while my stiff, unwilling arms couldn’t wait to hug me once more. My club-like mittens uselessly tucked under my armpits, seeking any modicum of warmth. Turning back towards...Read On

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Just A Tiny Spark

When a new librarian shows up, college student Molly's life is turned upside down.

I hadn’t seen her before, and like always when meeting someone I wasn’t familiar with, I became tongue-tied. Though today, for some unfathomable reason, my awkward shyness was even worse. I had decided to come first thing in the morning before the big rush to the library started, but that meant that we were the only two people here and there was no crowd to hide in. Her green eyes roamed up...Read On

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Kinbaku: Fire and Ice

I could tell something weighed heavy on her mind. I mentioned that I had noticed a change in her and was a bit worried and that she could tell me anything. After a long silence she crawled on to my lap, tucked her arms and legs in to her body and nestled her head on my chest. It is her favorite position to be in, after we had fucked. She said that she didn’t know how to tell me, that...Read On

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What price, curiosity? Part 1, Witness

Ever heard the saying, Curiosity killed the cat? Paris has.

“You look like shit!” Paris peered over her sunglasses and took in Tom’s seedy appearance. The heavy eyes, tousled hair and dark stubble that shadowed the ridge of his jaw could lead to only one conclusion - he hadn’t been home last night. Her lips pursed as she blew the foam from her cappuccino. “And you’re late. Again.” A small burst of air raised a chestnut curl from in front of...Read On

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Want

When wants become needs.

My body aches. It is an ache that reaches from my toes, toes that curled each and every time he made me come, to the follicles of my hair, hair he had wrapped around his thick fingers and pulled with such perfect timing. It hurt to even open my eyes, because opening them would mean that it was time for me to take my behind home. Speaking of my behind… Good Lord, this man and the things he...Read On

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Liz

Welcome To Angel Falls

When the morning after is a lifetime away.

“Okay, he’s awake.” Those three words reverberated around the inside of his skull like it had been hollowed out with a blunt instrument, possibly a large serving spoon. He recognised them, he understood their meaning, but was unable to string them together to grasp the context. A dull ache behind his eyes blossomed into a bright white pain as he gradually eased into consciousness. A blurry...Read On

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Twisted But Precious: The Morning After the Sunrise Dance

Sometimes you just need to say What the fuck!

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you could miss it.” Ferris Bueller Have you ever thought of hosting a party in the middle of the desert and inviting 70,000 people? Well Larry did and John finally went. ___________________________________________ The Present- “Smelling the Roses” It was the morning after the Sunrise Dance. John’s...Read On

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Not A Word To Grace

A night of drunken revelry leads to a morning mystery.

Pressure was the first thing that hit me – literally – as I groaned reluctantly back to the waking world. Rolling over under the familiar duvet, my forearm draped over my eyes and shielded me from the world that seemed so harsh. My head throbbed so painfully I almost feared my skull might pop like an over-stretched novelty balloon. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and winced, whining as the...Read On

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Charlie's Law

A musician is seduced by an aristocratic woman bent on revenge

It was one of those gigs where the music went straight from my eyes to my fingers with almost no intervention from my brain. Simple classical pieces and the occasional bit of mild, inoffensive jazz - nothing to capture the imagination, at least for the performer. To the elegantly dressed punters at the Paragon Club, SW1, it was merely a pleasant background tinkling sound to accompany...Read On

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She Just Wants To Be

Beads of sweat formed on Belle’s forehead, her open mouth silently voicing her pleasure. She allowed herself to get completely lost in the moment, blocking out the reality of her circumstance and denying to herself the true material origins of the ecstasy she was now experiencing, pretending the looming orgasm was for her alone to enjoy. Her bared chest heaved with her heavy breaths...Read On

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Painting Pictures

Mia discovers a perk to working late at night.

Mia flicked her long, dark braid over her shoulder and took in her work with a critical eye. Her compressed lips softened into a slow smile as her gaze swept from one side of the wall to the other. She planted her hands on her hips and let out a relieved breath, pleased with her efforts. Even with the scaffolding still in the way it didn’t detract from the overall effect. Gareth Robertson...Read On

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Would You Like Ketchup With That?

She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street. “Fries, please. And a diet pepsi.” I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s. “Will there be anything...Read On

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BARBIE: Life in the Dreamhouse

Can Barbie finally give up her toys?

The first Barbie doll was sold on 9 March 1959. The rest is history as they say. The mythology surrounding the doll has become a Jungian archetype for American women. For these women Barbie is far more than a “toy”: she is a metaphor for their unconscious desires and dreams. To “be” Barbie is a collectively inherited concept for millions of young women. The wise ancient Greeks...Read On

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Send in the Clone

His wife has an plan for how he can participate by proxy in fun with their lesbian babysitter.

Ryan grabbed a towel, having just finished a quick shower. With their son off at his parents’ house for a few days, he knew what his wife’s suggestion to take a shower right after dinner meant. They were both a couple of days overdue for some alone time, and breaking that fast always resulted in mind-blowing sex. He toweled off, gave his hair a cursory blow dry, and pulled on a pair of boxers...Read On

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Sandcastles

Written with love for a pretty girl

Golden sun covered the turquoise sea, white waves brushing the sand heading out from the line where she knelt, scooping great pits there just below where the fluffy white stuff I was sat upon merged with the firm apron of beige. Oblivious to those around her, she worked at her play, building with her chosen medium. I watched her from the lazy comfort of our sheet, spread upon the heated...Read On

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Claimed

It was time that she became what she was meant to be, his.

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the...Read On

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London's Burning

One trip to London brings love, fire, romance and heartbreak.

From inside the pressurised, air-conditioned solitude and comfort of the black cab, my feet alighted at last on the wet street. Damp was something London did well. My bones shivered in their skin to feel the heavy weight of the city's gloom on them once more; it was not a feeling I relished. I looked up, casting my eyes about the grey and ominous sky with trepidation. There was a large...Read On

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Liz

The Curious Tale of Kitty Meowenstein

What would happen if you woke up as a witch?

No world existed beyond the spill of cold light from the car headlamps. A midnight shroud had settled, smothering the land in a gloom where only dim glimmers and deep dark shadows existed. Storm clouds loomed menacingly in the nighttime sky, threatening a downpour that no living soul would wish to be caught in. The streetlights of civilisation seemed to provide people with a false sense...Read On

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Collision

Incompatible colleagues, a car, and a crash.

Credits rolled. So went another sappy romantic comedy, the third one I’d consumed in as many days. Me. Mister Sensitivity. I’d like to be able to say I didn’t know what was going on with me, but I hadn’t reached the point of lying to myself. Yet. I tapped a key and the tablet went dark. It was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. A fuzzy orange sphere shimmered on the glass tower across...Read On

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The Muse's Poem

We are not making love, we are making poetry.

This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse has already, Willingly, Spread her legs, Allowed you to taste her sweetness, To feel the silkiness Of her petals Against your tongue, And pluck, Understanding that where there...Read On