“Hey Jacob, are you almost done with your reading?” Selena asked, her voice sounding slightly strained. “Almost, my Love, I'm about halfway through this chapter,” Jacob responded without looking up from his book. Jacob was in an armchair in the corner of the room. A lamp sitting on a black nightstand shone light down on the book in his hands. “Well, could you hurry up and finish? I need you.” Jacob chuckled at her words,...

I shouldn’t have said that to him. Even if I had said it, I shouldn’t have used that tone. If I’d said it but hadn’t used that tone, he would have given me a Look. And the Look is terrifying, but it’s better than… If I’d had that tone but held my tongue, I wouldn’t have gotten… Oh God, he just gave me… I just got a spanking! I’m a grown-up and I just got a spanking! I’m standing with my undies around my ankles and I just...

My face flushed, my pulse raced as I gasped for air. I'd never felt like this before. No one had ever made me feel this way, and I doubted anyone ever would. I careened around the corner and burst into the classroom, panting to catch my breath. I was supposed to be here an hour ago for my presentation, and yet here I was. My professor was just wrapping up his lecture on John Stuart Mill when he and the rest of the class a...

The phone screen lit up again, and Bertie thanked his instincts again for putting the device on silent before he’d gone to bed. He rolled over on the unfamiliar mattress, hoping it was just his mother checking in or maybe a work emergency. If you want to catch Up, Mill Rush noon tomorrow Great potato skins He’d traveled over six hours in bad weather to be here, to spend the weekend with a friend he hadn’t seen in over a y...

I wince at the faded sign. Brightwater Gardens. I haven’t been here since I was a teenager and I was embarrassed to be seen here then. Now, at twenty-nine, I’m back. Standing in line, I feel my pride peel away like the chipped purple and yellow paint on the sun-bleached letters overhead. A few months back, we decided to call it quits. Me and Charlotte, the woman I was supposed to marry. No hard feelings. Since then, my li...

“You know,” said Bertie to no one in particular, “ever since we’ve decided to be openly kinky, I’ve had to do a lot more driving.” Rachel snored in the seat beside him. He’d clocked her nodding off since before they’d left Toronto. The app had told them to expect a three-hour drive, but he’d run that estimate almost a week ago. He hadn’t calibrated it for a Friday preceding a long weekend, nor had he expected the snowfall...

She didn’t want to hurt Bertie. But it was coming to the point where that pain would be inevitable. Two years, Rachel remembered. It had been two years since they finished couples’ counseling, two years since their therapist of all people had introduced them to a community of kinky people like themselves. Since then, Rachel had seen more red or marked butts – her own included! – than she’d ever thought she’d lay eyes on....

“What have I gotten myself into?” wondered Jeff to nobody in particular. He’d put up the online ad on a lark, after a few beers and a tough-love pep talk from his buddy Carl after he’d spent another boys’ night complaining about how he’d never find anybody else like Mika, not at his age. Carl had grabbed him by the shoulder and said, “Frobie, you were luckier than any old fuck like us has the right to be. Not because you...