Self-denial Stories

He wasn’t late on purpose. But he didn’t rush either. The bar was already throbbing with sound, the band getting started—looks like he got there just in time… It should have felt familiar: the cheap drinks, creaky bar stools, the band covering music nobody asked for. It did. But it also felt… tense. Overwhelming. His wife had told him to go out. Practically shoved him out the door. It’s your birthday, Theo. Go. Have fun....

Chapter 1 Alicia's gaze lingered on the softly glowing monitors, their blue light casting an ethereal glow across her face. The facility was silent, save for the occasional hum of machinery and the distant echo of Bert's footsteps. They were the only two on duty tonight. It was midnight, the witching hour when the world outside seemed to hold its breath, and the universe laid bare its mysteries to those who dared to look....

As a writer, Amanda was facing a somewhat unusual problem. Not that she was ever short of inspiration; rather, she had too much of it. As she always liked to say, she could not control the dazzling speed of the stream of dirty fantasies running through her mind. This might seem like an insurmountable obstacle for a writer. But in her case, it was not, for she was entirely specialized in erotic fiction. She was only frustr...