Though our bed was small, I managed to keep plenty of space between me and Brandon. We lay in the darkness, pointedly ignoring the noise from the apartment next door. A headboard smacked relentlessly against the other side of our bedroom wall, and I recognized Whitney's voice crying out, "Harder! Harder!" Her husband, Banks, issued fervent grunts while obeying her demand. This was a nightly occurrence, and one I'd grown u...

“I don’t know I want to do this,” Hannah said, as her mother maneuvered the twenty-year-old sedan towards the Wilshire Boulevard tower of gleaming glass. Without looking away from the downtown LA traffic, Jane responded, “Honey, if you want to keep your aid money and scholarship, you know you need a work-study. Millions of girls do this. And I worked so hard to find this fancy agency to make sure you’re in good hands—do y...

Being an escort in this day and age is hard work. It’s even harder when a meteor hits the planet and takes out most of the fuckable population. But what is a slut to do? You make yourself sexy and sell that ass, cos what else is there to do? Clean up the rubbish from destroyed buildings? Go through other wreckage and pick through them like a fucking vulture? No fucking way. The way I see it, this planet is on the shortlis...

Andrew found her lying next to the stream. She was thin and filthy, her hair so lank that he couldn't tell what color it was. He expected her to flee from his approach, but she stayed put. He stopped a short distance away from the young woman, scratching his beard while regarding her. Though her eyes had a vacant look, he knew she was aware of his presence. She'd removed her socks and sneakers, and he saw her feet had num...

They emerged as night fell, the darkened streets becoming a warren of furtive, clandestine activity as the scavengers and fugitives broke cover to drink, trade, and conspire on street corners. Graffiti scrawled on boarded-up shop fronts spoke of rage, disempowerment, and despair, but Sajani believed these tortured words of urban resentment barely scratched the surface. Tensions were high, and Soho a tinderbox; one spark c...

The Bunker was one of the safe, queer strongholds in Eastern Europe. The world was going to shit and it was getting more and more unsafe for anyone of any queer or gender variant reality. It felt like life had become as dystopic as the sci-fi novels prophesied in their warning tomes that people took as gospel rather than pulp fiction with a point. In this particular bunker, it was outside of the country formerly known as...

Chapter 3: Family Planning the Perfect Wives Having completed in-processing at the quarantine facility, the three men were provided their new cell phones with an hour of preloaded time, to contact their immediate family to let them know that they arrived safely and that they would receive their briefings on what the next steps will be and where they will be living. Braedon and Damian both got a vast number of questions fr...

Introduction It was an election year. Amidst a heated political debate between the incumbent president and his political rival, another threat was growing that would shake the very foundation of democracy. A mutated virus had appeared that targeted the Y chromosome. It was thought to have started in simple insect populations, quickly spreading to domesticated animals through insect bites. Still, though, the virus had gone...

Captain Shay straightened his helmet as he pushed the door open, heaving a deep sigh. He hated interviews. He walked up to the silver figure waiting for him at the end of the room. Feeling slightly stupid, he cleared his throat loudly, sure that his loud footsteps should have announced his arrival, already. The interviewer was tiny, her back turned to him, her mane of silver hair reflecting the halogens off in all directi...

When the world goes to shit, there is nothing to be done but to find someone to fuck, that’s what I always say. Find me a nice abandoned bar with a good stock of bourbon, some rope, and someone to call master, and I’m set. My name is Steph. I was out stealing some rope from a military compound when Raven found me. He was a renegade like me. Rugged and dirty, but with that well-kept look in his eye of privilege that said h...