Chapter 5 | Shane I pull on a weather-worn grey tee and loop the heavy chain around my neck, letting the links settle against my chest. The weight of the metal feels grounding. I slip in my septum ring and try to style my hair in a way that doesn’t look like total shit. Yesterday was fucking weird. My fingers won’t stop twitching. I feel restless, anxious. I need my bass. Need to bleed some of this static out through the...

Chapter Nine. Cat Amongst The Pigeons. England, 1924. Agatha Crowley thought that there was something quite erotic about the game of tennis in 1924. The modern era has brought in a more casual look to ladies' attire, which she welcomed wholeheartedly. On this fine Sunday afternoon at Ashe Manor in Wychwood, under Ashe, the famous author of crime fiction in pulp magazines was wearing a white button-down shirt over a drop-w...

My girlfriend, Cal, and I had been completely captivated by a provocative documentary showcasing couples descending upon an opulent retreat. This luxurious haven was nestled in a sprawling landscape, greeted by an experienced therapist intent on exploring the depths of their sexual desires and fantasies. The house, a magnificent blend of elegance and extravagance, was filled with a vibrant mix of stunningly attractive ind...

When they arrived at the beach, Emma was surprised to see a shabby boat anchored in the sea not far from the beach. But it was the dozen or so pirates watching them arrive that sent shivers down her spine. She felt like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured by a pack of wolves. In the center stood the tallest man she'd ever seen. He was covered in scars, and next to him, a Black man, who could have passed for Mike's brot...

Yoga Flowing Part 2: The Retreat It was Wednesday morning when Ryan’s phone buzzed. He didn’t have the number saved. The notification preview showed only: “Thinking about you…” He opened the message and paused. It was a photo. Just enough light. Just enough shadow. Sadie stood in front of a full-length mirror, her skin glowing in soft morning light. She wore nothing but a sheer white tank top — no bra — and a pair of bare...

Karson helped Sebastian get some of the camera equipment set up to avoid any technical difficulties or mishaps. Quynh made his way toward the curtain, but he glanced back at Abner on his knees waiting in the slut circle. Abner looked back at him and the look in Quynh’s eyes made his body feel tense with anticipation. It was only a moment, but that moment was potent with some kind of promise or hope and then the other man...

Chapter Six: I Will Fuck the Lord at All Times Harriet arrived early at All Cunts Langham Place on Sunday morning, to spend time in private prayer, and to give thanks for recent events. To think it was just a fortnight ago that she had come to church to ask for God’s guidance – and how faithful He had been! How gentle His hand, and yet how glorious His triumph! “Thank you, Lord!” she exclaimed, as she sat, head bowed, in...

Abner hated holidays. He saw them as a capitalistic scam to get more money and to feed the egregoric machine that is Consumerism. He had to work a cog job to support his family. And he did it well. No one starved or wore clothes so threadbare to incite shame and jeering from others. He considered himself doing well. A good provider, a good father. He was doing everything right. He had a loving and supportive polycule and...

“I can't wait, babe. This time tomorrow, we will all be meeting up for our fun-filled night. Are you excited?" It was now here. We had spoken about having another fun night for a while, after our night with Lucy and Dan. First couple of times we spoke about it, we got so turned on and horny, we ended up having wild sex and then not speaking about it for a couple of days. About four or five weeks after that night, I spoke...

A few weeks later, the scent of the sea wafted through the open windows of Myra and Hans' beachside villa, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint hint of coconut oil. The sun had barely risen, casting a warm, golden light across the wooden floorboards. The house, once a sanctuary of marital bliss, now thrummed with an undercurrent of shared secrets and illicit desires. Kofi and Ade lounged in the l...

Elysia huffed. Okay, she thought. Let's try this one more time. It was incredibly frustrating to have this gift for clairvoyance when she could apparently only use it to aid others. She could tell fortunes all too easily, she could conjure up a customer’s loved one’s disembodied voice to allow her customers closure, and on her best days, she could even make spirits physically appear. But after hours when the curtain had c...

[The following are excerpts from the journal of the anthropology student, Justin Guillenot, dated between March 17, 1983 and June 6, 1983, describing his experiences in the Piccolo Islands as part of his doctoral research project. They were discovered at the bottom of an old trunk in the storage room of an apartment building in Cedar Rapids, Iowa that had been scheduled for demolition this year. There is no record that Mr...

Drystan awoke to the sound of a radio announcer giving the morning news; much of the talk was about crop circles, as a crop circle mysteriously appeared in the county overnight. That day, everyone was discussing the crop circle. Facts were few, opinions were many, and gossip was continuous. Drystan knew who would know the truth, the alien Dassy, proprietor of the local bookstore. Most locals just thought her an oddball; f...