Everything was dark. The light was off and I was lying face down and naked on the hotel bed. Scott had placed the pillows from the bed beneath my lower stomach, in order to raise my ass up. I had never felt more vulnerable. The air-conditioning was on and the cool breeze made me more aware of my nudity. My legs were open. I knew he’d be able to see my wet snatch and worse, the tight knot of my asshole. I was sweating.He h...

It was a wet, windy New York evening when I first met Scott. I was supposed to be having dinner with my parents that evening but in usual style, my mother had another most important thing to attend to, and so it was to be my father and I. I didn’t mind. To be honest, the only time I could really have an easy conversation with Dad was when we were making fun of my mother.But that evening, he brought Scott. He apologised pr...

I had no idea how long I’d been lying on the floor of his basement. There was no clock. I wasn’t wearing a watch. It was dark. Cold. The solid concrete floor was uncomfortable and I shifted as best as I could within the restraints. My legs were tied together at the knees and again at the ankles. A piece of rope was looped tightly around my wrists, and another taut length connected them to my ankles. If that wasn’t enough,...

Her hair was shorter. Way shorter. I’d always remembered her the way the photos in my phone did; long dark hair hanging down, pinned up, braided, lying in tangles across white pillowcases. But those days were over. It had been a year. A year and two months, in fact. What was it she’d said? Something about not feeling safe, secure, something about me being the bad guy, about magnets attracting and repelling. God. An eloque...

“Well, John how are you feeling?" Denise asked. "Did any of this feel different to you?”     “You know," I answered, "This has certainly been more than different. It’s been sublime.”   “How do you feel about cheating on Alice?”   “I frankly don’t give a shit,” I answered honestly. “She is cheating on me not only with what she is doing with her buddy back home but also by not giving herself to me the way you have. I realiz...

I could live on this feeling forever. In the moon gilded, firefly sparked interval between the idyllic hideaway of Mr. Weston's home and the return to real life, I slid in a barefoot promenade across the newly mowed nap of his front yard. The dewy bouquet of suburban lawn infused the humid air and overwhelmed the vervaine trace of his good night kiss on my cheek, his fourth one. Four weeks. Four euphoric encounters. Each...

I had met our new neighbors for the first time at the beginning of the week. There were three of them, a husband and wife and their adopted daughter. I had introduced myself. The man in heavily accented English gruffly bid me a good day and went back to directing the movers who were offloading a moving truck. The woman smiled at me and extended her hand. “You will have to excuse Sergei,” she said, “He’s not used to having...

Yesterday I had met our new neighbors for the first time. As they were moving in, I had walked out and introduced myself. There were three people standing on the sidewalk, who I presumed were the new owners. The man was directing the movers as to which room to place the offloaded items. A woman and a teenage girl were watching and looked totally bored with the proceedings. Sauntering over to the trio, I introduced myself....

I was sitting in my home office photoshopping some pictures from my weekend assignment when I heard the sound of a truck backing up. Glancing out the window, I could see it pulling up to the house next door. A week earlier, the ‘for sale’ sign on the front lawn had disappeared and I presumed the new owners were moving in. An hour later, after receiving a delivery at my front door, I decided it was time to play ‘good neigh...