The disco ball sparkles, and the incessant bass pounds while he sings about Monroe. The accountants throw shapes on the dance floor strung out by lasers. A badly-timed conga is picking up passengers, spilling Mister Greene’s drink. The salesmen are conspiratorial; a photocopied bottom, panties absent, must belong to someone here. And the mistletoe has gone missing. Meanwhile, in the store cupboard, the managing director l...

A couple of days later I have a "date" with Emily. She called me, as Nancy had given her my phone number. We are going to meet at a restaurant, and as we do not know each other, we meet outside. I also don't know the restaurant, as it is in a part of town that I don't know. When I arrive at the restaurant there is a very gorgeous girl waiting outside. She is looking like she is waiting for someone, so I guess that must be...

“So,” he said, looking me up and down, “the cheerleader wants to be my slut.” I stood still as he walked around me. “Hunh. I don’t think so.” **** He had a rep around school, and not in a good way. But it was in the way I wanted. The talk in the girls’ room was that he forced girls to do sick, perverted things, and laughed at them when they did. That he treated them like shit, expected them to kiss his ass, kiss his feet,...

I have known Maggie Anderson for several years now and we regularly see each other. We aren’t committed to each other in any way, but we both enjoy each other’s company and see a lot of one another. I understand her and she apparently gets what she needs from me. Maggie has had a troubled past and it has led to some very unusual needs for her. As a child, she had less than ideal parents–her mother was a bitter, cruel, and...

“Now get out of those clothes, they are too nice to get messed up and they are in the way of my work,” he said. She quickly got out of her lingerie, handing them to him. “Yes, we will have to discuss your wearing these!” he said, as she handed him her panties. She looked up at him with a sheepish grin. He began by pushing her back down into the chair and putting her knees over the arms of the chair, then pulling her ass t...

My heartbroken by so many princessestorn out of my cheststamped upon time and time againBeaten into submissiona lifeless soul left behindin hope one daythat one true love will fix meMy manliness belittledby so many vicious wordsleaving invisible marksupon this wounded frail bodyLocked inside this prison cellmy own mind createdto protect me of my true innocencein this world of cruel hatredTears spread like oceansvast acros...

Your face is etched forever in my memoryMy fractured mind warped by your presenceTearing at it's fabric to create insanityUnable to break free of these shackles you placed upon meYour voice won't stop whispering hurtful wordsForcing me to bang my head against the wallYour fragrant perfume suffocates meYou feed off my misery like a leechBlood that drips from those scratches you madeUpon my skin as a longing reminderTo take...

Sitting in the dust, soul at a lean Heart blistered, eyes seep All her feelings, hopes and dreams Fathoms deep, hidden 'neath flutters of heartbeats. Whispers slice through her cellophane skin Tearing and gaping, flesh rattling in the frenzy Cobwebby thoughts stretch in the raging wind Acid tears of razor blades chafe skin dry and lacy. Dime store mother of pearl, fragile beauty lies beneath Plastic imitation, valueless i...