0622 8/10/24 An alley off 43rd and Marr New Gomorrah The black of night was turning gray as the sun fought valiantly to break through the smog smothering New Gomorrah. The air was still and already growing uncomfortably warm as far-off sirens pierced the air, wailing urgently. A small crowd had gathered in front of an alleyway next to The Crestmore Theatre. Too many to keep away from the scene by the lone cop and the secu...

The rain came down in relentless sheets, pooling in the cracked asphalt of the alleyways and reflecting the neon glow of the city’s flickering signs. Nothing washed away the grime here, not even the rain. It was a place where shadows had lives of their own, where secrets festered beneath the surface. Tonight, those secrets belonged to Vera Lux, and she was dead. I lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the damp night air...

Michelle plonked into the passenger seat and slammed the car door. “Well, excuse the fuck outta me,” the driver said. Michelle folded her arms and stared ahead, puffing through her nostrils like an angry bull. “Hellooo. Earth to Michelle?” The driver waved his hand and then snapped his fingers. “Earth to my stubborn-ass ex.” “Don’t snap ya goddamn fingers at me, Darren,” Michelle spat, her glare scalding the vehicle’s int...

As I arch off the wooden seat to the limit of my straining bonds, I'm not sure whether the burning need to cum or my jackhammering pulse will kill me first. The thin white ropes that criss-cross my naked body tighten, skin imprinted with showy knots. I gasp: “Please, oh God pleeease.” My needy voice is hollow, bouncing off the walls of their airy apartment. Rumbling vibrations torment my balls in their, now hairless, sac....

Alisha stood silently and let her fingertips skim the assortment of leather implements on the wall before her. They ranged from the relatively tame to the severely intimidating. How had she not known about her husband’s penchant for whips and chains? More importantly, why had he felt the need to hide this side of himself? After ten years of marriage, you’d think she would have had some notion. She’d stumbled upon this den...

Most people spend Christmas with friends and family. This year, I'm not one of them. Before you misjudge me as one of those saddos, sitting in my underpants and T-shirt in a soulless flat nursing a pint and the TV remote searching for Die Hard movies, let me stop you. It's not because I don't love my family or want to see the kids’ faces light up when they open their presents. I adore that. I desperately want that back. M...

I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping. Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe peach and wide enough to spill over both sides of a chair seep through the misty haze that once was my brain—the reminiscence of a wild tryst. A content smile—until I see the orange ca...

They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. "Ease down the straps…" Click-whirr. "Perfect. Cup them." Click-whirr. "Touch yourself… "More." The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself. I approach. Watch. Her climax crests. She g...