Lucene releases my skull, and I fall forward, face-first into the muddy grass of the graveyard. I stay prone, waiting for another blow to land, but nothing happens so I tentatively crawl up to all fours. Through my aching ribs, I manage to half-mumble, “I don’t know who I’m supposed to be any more.” I lift my gaze but can't look at her. Shame swirls. “What’s wrong with me?” She circles to crouch in front of me and sighs....

Despite the unfamiliarity swirling my head and body, at least home still feels right. The black, stagnant water of the bayou reflecting the silvery moonlight offers comfort amid its rotting wood and decay. I crouch on a fallen cypress, replaying what happened in the alleyway. He looked at me like I was more than teeth. Like I mattered. And he was warm. He was… Don’t. My fingernails splinter the bark. Warmth isn’t a vampir...

I snarl, lift my head and sniff, blood dripping from my fangs to spatter on the cheek of my meal. Thick crimson oozes from the twin puncture wounds on his neck and he groans. “Shut up.” He groans again. “I said,” I grip his hair and bang his head on the office desk with each syllable. “Shut. Up.” He gets the message. My nose twitches. Something in the air. Something new. Different. Exciting. Fresh meat, not like the pathe...

I tucked away the unedited version of me. It sat folded and unread until now. See, I’ve been waiting for you. My blue eyes blink slowly as your fingers slip underneath my blouse. It’s our first taste of one another, but it’s like you know me. You caress me open. Unfolding into you, I no longer know where you end and I begin. Mouths and fingers will remember as we explore outside the lines. Passion explodes, and your tongu...

July 28, 1969 I leaned against the brick in the alley, smoking my cigarette. Man, I needed a break. Frankie had called on my day off. “We’re short. Can you help?” I didn’t hesitate. I had no plans, not since I was in high school. After that, it became weird to my friends that I didn’t date. I no longer played baseball, so being too busy wasn’t an excuse any more. So, I didn’t mind coming into work. The music playing alway...

The flickering flames were dimmed behind the glass of the lamps, softening the cold, stone walls of my bedchamber. Heavy velvet drapes framed the bed. Frankincense burned. It was a sanctuary, undisturbed by the bustle of the palace beyond my door. We spoke in hushed whispers. “Mistress, are you not concerned with the frequency of his visits?” “I am not.” “But the king–” “Father is my concern, not yours, Prima. I’m the onl...

I trudge toward my apartment with a wet dick and hollow insides. Another night with a shiny new toy whose appeal faded when the fuck was over. “You’re too young to look so defeated.” I look to the balcony, her silver curls catching the moonlight. “Care for a nightcap?” she offers with a smile that promises more than I’ve seen before. Inside, she reveals herself slowly, becoming that rare book I can’t put down. She’s confi...

* I’ve lived with dirty cheaters, Turned my tear-stained cheeks, Buried broken pieces, So they don’t think I’m weak. * They say to be a lady, Dirty places are for men, But they don’t see my scars, The ugliness within. * Darkness, I will not run, So seep within my pores. You fuel a fiery passion, Come see this lion roar. * And know… I won’t fuck quiet. I won’t fuck slow. The pain inside me, Needs somewhere to go. * When I...

Satin and lace expose more than they cover. With bodies posed in obscene invitation, the mannequins start to tease. A leg’s exposed. A nipple slips before fabric decorates the floor. Outside, the rip of Ben’s zipper cuts through the hush. The ladies look down and smile. Pressing their bodies against the glass, they create the illusion of physical touch… and intimacy. Ben thrusts his hips and paints the window white, wanti...

In a seedy crevice in New Orleans, the tattooist whispered, “Men will crawl to you, chère.” The bat etched in her flesh pulsed, and Madeline assumed its nocturnal habits, becoming a potent cum-dripping creature of blackness. Each night, a man followed her hips, twitching with charms, into the alley’s dark mouth. She bent over, taking him deep within her dirty hole. His seed filled her ass, and the bat’s eyes glowed, alive...

On a quiet cobblestone street lined with historic brownstones and gas lanterns, lived a librarian named Vivien. She’d grown used to living a life unnoticed. She preferred looking after the library away from the hustle and bustle of the city. At home, she enjoyed her privacy and her books. What’s this? Her chest tightened upon seeing a light in the adjacent window. As long as she’d lived there, no one had occupied the othe...

“Same room?” “It is. Still here forty-three years later, like it’s been waiting for us.” “I regret that night. I was scared.” “You weren’t ready. I shouldn’t have pushed.” As soon as the door clicked shut, that unfinished ache from long ago hit them. Clothes were in the way, yet gone was the selfishness of his youth; at sixty, he craved something intimate. No part was left without a kiss. When he lifted her hips, they fou...

The pain you carry is a tether to him, and your heartbreak’s a condom I don’t wanna feel. So, until you’ve let it go, babygirl, you’ll hold back a part of yourself from me. And.I.Just.Can’t.Have.That. So go fuck someone who won’t matter. I’ll wait. Find me when you leave that heavy baggage in the alley’s excrement. Only then are you laid bare. Wide open. You’ll give me your trust. Your dirty secrets. Your screams. Our hea...

Ένας (One) Vibrant eyes watched them. Unaware, the man and woman sat naked at the ocean’s edge, cool water cleaning the mess they’d made of one another. Face, tits, thighs, ass—sticky cum mixed with sweat and sand everywhere. Their voyeur’s attraction to the man was fervent, perhaps inappropriate; his kind might say taboo. Curious about the woman, she crept closer to hear their words. “This island will feel like a prison...

He sat reading a tale on that Valentine’s Eve, When there came a tap, tap on the door. Who could it be? He stood up to see, and Lo and behold, imagine that— A witch with a hawk on her hat! The bird clung to the brim while she swiped at a tear, “Sir, may I come in from the cold?” His heart bled as she cried, So he led her inside, Not a worry of spells or black magick. She settled herself on the rug by the fire, Crackle! Po...