Christine and Doug were the best neighbours you could wish for. After my rather messy divorce, they were so supportive, checking on me regularly, helping out with various things and inviting me around for the occasional meal. What little confidence I possessed had been drained from me and, although they were very supportive, my friends and family were mostly too far away to be much help when I needed them. Christine and D...

After graduating from college with a degree in financing, I was lucky to land a job in a large firm in New York. I couldn’t believe the money I was making to get out of college, but I didn’t complain. I loved my job. The people I worked with were great. The only thing missing in my life at this point was a relationship. I didn’t want to jump into marriage but let’s face it. I haven’t had a date in over a year. It’s not th...

Russian Roulette is an Immortal’s Game. Anyone who tells you otherwise either has a death wish or is just flat-out fucking stupid. I’ve been both, I know the type. So, when this bitch with beady eyes and greasy blonde hair came into the warehouse, everyone could smell the mortality on her like the sound of a pulse in a den of vampires. Not that any of us were that kind of immortal. Well, one was but he had his own blood d...

The Bunker was one of the safe, queer strongholds in Eastern Europe. The world was going to shit and it was getting more and more unsafe for anyone of any queer or gender variant reality. It felt like life had become as dystopic as the sci-fi novels prophesied in their warning tomes that people took as gospel rather than pulp fiction with a point. In this particular bunker, it was outside of the country formerly known as...

The air had a liminal edge to it, like the smell of petrichor, or the bite of a crisp wind heralding a new season. The urgency of night slowly fading with the impending sunrise was like the ticking of an explosive hidden somewhere in the dark cloudy curtain of the sky. Paolo and Enrique were walking hand in hand just chatting and enjoying the walk and each other’s company. Paolo was young, scruffy, with a wiry, short body...

MARY-JANE Mutant John’s ground floor flat is part of a fifties-era construction that includes five others built to last by the council in the days when councils did things like that. It has a tiny conservatory that opens onto a small, paved garden, one end of which is occupied by a lean-to wooden greenhouse of indeterminate heritage that backs onto the garden wall. The tomato plants nearest the flat don’t quite mask the m...

Smelly Little Tranny Mutant John tells me not to shower before I come over because he wants to smell the real me. Ever loyal and thorough, I spend the Friday before I visit him in a series of nerve-wracking sales meetings that burn my deodorant off in seconds. I then head out for a few drinks with workmates, which inevitably turn into quite a lot of drinks. At the end of the evening, I cop off with a barman who’s had his...

Chapter 6: A Special Package Lynn was the first to stir, and realising it was five, shook Chris gently to wake him up. It was, after all, five in the afternoon! They got up for the second time that Sunday, but so much had happened that somehow it almost felt like it was a whole new day that they were starting. They both freshened up in the bathroom and got dressed again. Chris felt a bit sore and uncomfortable down below,...

6. Farmed Out The farm is dark and silent. The light I saw comes from a lamp atop a huge empty barn with a corrugated roof. The other buildings slump around me. Some are ancient, some more modern although those are shabbier. There is a thick, fertile smell of hay. The silence unnerves me, even as I stand panting in the courtyard. “Hello?” I call. This is ridiculous – I am calling like I don’t want to disturb anyone out of...

Doll had woken up to find a box.  It happens every Saturday. She’d begun to expect it. Sometimes it was a bouquet, sometimes a plushie, sometimes a dress or something to add to her wardrobe. She opened it this time and saw a silver collar with studs on it, and an envelope. She opened the envelope.  Tonight, my dearest one. Wear this, and you will please me. -- yours Truly, the Toy Master Doll smiled slightly and took the...

Patti and George's announcement comes at the start of November. Two of the three women are in happy and stable relationships now. But there remains Jennifer. Jennifer is a quandary for Brian. At forty-two, she is close to his own age and has lived a rather sexual life. Since her teens, Jennifer mastered the ability to look unostentatious at home. When needed, she could change that appearance with a bit of makeup, flipping...

Meanwhile, next in line is Patti and this interesting George at the church. Patti has poo-pooed all of George’s attempts over the past few years. It appears that he thinks Patti is a desirable woman and that her husband was not worthy of her. Since he finally died, George has patiently waited his time, but Pattie has not shown any interest. George has known the family for years since the children were little. George and h...