Gallery Stories

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....

“Thank you so much! Pete’s no trouble. You’ll barely know he’s there, I promise,” Jared's text from Cate read. The city’s saturated art scene meant that both Jared and his new guest were entering into a haphazard collective together, with an exhibition planned for that evening in hopes of sales for everyone involved.   Jared didn’t mind hosting a relative stranger for the weekend, at all. His unassuming and inquisitive ap...

Monday morning at the breakfast table Dan and Laura had shared small talk mostly about her trip to San Francisco. Dan was well aware of their weekend discussion about Laura calling Greg, her Greg rings and possible consequences. He left his thoughts – what if, will she, what next - unspoken. “Well marketing guru, have you got a blockbuster idea up your sleeve to spring on everyone and earn your keep?” Laura grinned, “No,...

The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art, by name  And nature, nurtured in an alien  Scrapered world for his and my mimetic sakes Bought tea and toast, taught me to see that most of life Is counterfeiting art * He blended Greco-Roman And El...