So there I was, in a fourteenth-floor apartment that belonged to what's-his-name, surrounded by the winking lights of sprawling New York City. I’d been having nonstop encounters with famous characters from Wonder Woman to Elton John and, my god, that was a convincing Edward Scissorhands. I pitied his trips to the bathroom. It was Halloween and I had just finished off my sixth beer, my buzz hitting me like a leather strap...

Thick raindrops caressed the windows of the vehicle in a natural curtain of privacy. My pussy grew wet as she tenderly kissed me. This couldn’t be the last time. I refused to believe it. Everything but this exact moment in time and space rejected. Her head was in my hands, that thick dark hair, her pouty wet lips–god, I needed her. My hands shoved into her jacket, grasping her breasts through the cotton and lace. “Natalia...

I stared at the counter. Music played faintly over the speakers, sunlight shining through the windows as happy customers chatted around me. And I kept staring at the counter. The spot where James made me cum the night before. People had been ignorantly passing me their money over it all morning. I couldn’t escape the shame from such a constant reminder, and I wanted to scream. I nearly did when James walked into my store....

“Did you fuck her?” I whispered. He stood at the other end of the room, my husband, with his back to me. Slowly, he turned, eyes finding me in our bed. “You want to fight? Is that what you want?” he accused, denying nothing. “Why can’t you just answer the question?” “No, I’m not fucking cheating on you, Samantha. God, why does your mind always go there? Why-” “Because there always seems to be something that comes up to ma...

I woke to the scent of fresh linen and floral perfume, feeling light as a feather like always. I loved my life. I had all I ever wanted: A hardworking husband, a perfect son, and the incredible opportunity to run my own bakery which had been thriving since I’d opened three years ago. There were always plenty of fresh faces sprinkled into my regular customers. He walked in at noon, the little bell above the door tinkling....

December 18th 2:18 a.m. “How much longer?” Simon asked. Hector looked at his watch. “T-minus six minutes.” Tracking our thirty-minute lunch break was an extreme sport. Mary joined us, her recent nap still clinging to her posture. “Six minutes? I still haven’t eaten.” “Hey, that reminds me,” Oscar piped up, “our mamá says you’re all invited to dinner this weekend.” “Mmm, I love Rosa's chili verde,” Mary gushed with fatigue...

November 21st 8:44 p.m. Saturday night, I stepped off the bus into gently falling snow, surrounded by silence once the transit hissed, groaned, and pulled away. The Foodway’s sign lit the surrounding fog that swirled beneath the low hugging clouds. A floating red dot in my peripheral made me turn. Smoking a cigarette, Simon blended into the darkness beyond the streetlight; black clothes, black beard, what I assumed was bl...

November 16th 8:02 p.m. My interview was at nine in the evening. I didn’t care to find it odd as I pulled on my best pair of faded blue jeans in preparation. The position was for night shift anyway and the hour wasn’t an inconvenience. Nothing awaited me but unfinished artwork and unenthusiastic masturbation. Winding my hair into my usual uncaring style, I brushed my teeth and called it good, refusing to offer any more ef...

The morning sun casts through the blinds, painting stripes of light onto her perfect shape. I grab my cock, eyes tracing the cleft of her still-damp labia. He'll be home soon; the man who owns this pussy. Mine for another few moments, I mount her, nudging her lips to spread with my engorged tip. Pushing, I sink into wet nirvana. She wakes with a moan. Bottoming out deep, her slick heat clings when I pull, hugs when I push...

Ava was an intensely grounded woman for being so beautiful. Her allure never siphoned her charm, never left her hollow. Piercing blue eyes told you she was constantly thinking a million things but wouldn’t dare say what. On the occasions she did, pleasure was far too tame a word to say what it gave me. On that particular Thursday, her long, mahogany curls draped the shoulders of her thigh-length coat, full skirt complemen...

I glared at the broken elevator every time I passed it, cursing my landlord as I hauled another box up to the tenth floor. I wasn’t necessarily out of shape, but the workout made me seriously reconsider my new apartment. Not that I expected Mr. Savi to gleefully refund the outrageous deposit I just handed over. Finding an apartment downtown wasn’t expected to be easy, but after a month of being a choosing beggar, I knew t...

The coffee shop glowed, front window framed by a string of amber lights. It reflected on the shimmering pavement, the already over-green town draped in its usual overcast cloak. I sat alone, nestled against a rain-flecked window, a faded copy of Being And Nothingness resting beside my equally patient, steaming cup. Beneath the table, my fingertips played along my thigh. The white noise of boiling tea kettles and trickling...

Fireflies wink, golden sunset filtering through crimson petals. He's as handsome as she was warned. The fire in him burning her across the meadow. "He lets you free?"  "Perhaps He learned his lesson with you," she replies. His smile forfeits her resolve. Insidious, he moves inside her. Carving out identity and replacing it with cock. He is sin, though he tastes of salvation.  "More," she whimpers as he drives deep behind...

Her thoughts digress as she eyes his leather belt. Would he spank her with it? Daydreams darken the bright room, his words behind frosted glass. Musing what desires keep him up at night. Chivalry didn't die with him. Does he take it to his bed? Abandon it with beauty? Is he capable of being raw? The veins along his muscled arm pronounce themselves, handing her the manifest. She wonders what his skin tastes like. What hide...

My soul is in these keys. In every note that wraps my skin. I caress a melody into existence, my hands sure as a lover’s. Sure as your coarse fingertips along my bare spine. I shudder. The song doesn’t. Your touch sings of need as you feel your way to my breast. Explains your ache as you slip between my thighs. My breath on the edge of a moan, you push into me. I falter a key. Lips on my nape, my knees part as you press,...