I'm standing here, staring into the mirror, no bullshit between me and what I see. A middle-aged redhead looks back—hair wild like a damn fire around a face that's laughed plenty and swallowed more than its share of quiet hurts. My 32C breasts hang soft, no fancy bra, nipples still perky enough to catch my eye, tugging me back to when Dave couldn't keep his hands off me. Now they've got that soft give, proof l've let myse...

Naomi was ravenous. She hadn't fed in days. She was prowling Hollywood when she saw the pretty homeless girl. She approached the girl and stared into her eyes. The girl responded with a hungry look. Naomi grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. Naomi kissed her, while sliding a hand into the girl's pants. The girl moaned. Naomi's fangs sunk into the girl's neck, as her fingers pushed into the girl. She...

Upset that my friends had canceled again, I pushed past the ragged, dirty woman…until I heard her. “Spare some change?” I recognize voices, so I turned and knelt down. “Linda?” Her eyes widened. “Jeff? Oh, fuck…” She dropped her head and started crying. “Linda…please…let me help…” I finally coaxed her back to my apartment. The shower ran a long time, steam curling under the door. But the angel who emerged was the confiden...

Upset that my friends had canceled again, I pushed past the ragged, dirty woman…until I heard her. “Spare some change?” I always recognize voices, so I turned and knelt down. “Linda?” Her eyes widened. “Jeff? Oh, fuck…” She dropped her head and started crying. “Linda…please…let me help…” I finally coaxed her back to my apartment. The shower ran a long time, steam curling under the door. But the angel who emerged was the c...

For Sarah, home is not the kind of place you and I would want to find ourselves. It’s not warm, comfortable or has any of the creature comforts that normal people have. There’s no television or microwave. In fact, there’s not even a bed or a decent duvet and it certainly lacks a bedside cabinet; nowhere to put those little items that one accumulates over time, such as dildo and vibrator. Hygiene – huh! What’s that? There’...

It was another cold, wet, windy night in Chicago. The kind of night that no one wanted to be out in. I was doing my rounds in the large office building I worked in as a security guard, thankful I didn’t have to be working in the rain that had been coming down in sheets since around noon that day. I could hear the rain pounding against the plate glass windows in the offices and I heard the wind whistling between the tall h...