Kitty ears Stories

Alex’s cell vibrated in his pocket and his cock hardened in simple-minded kneejerk Pavlovian response. He knew the vibration signaled a text, and he knew Evie had sent that text, which could mean only one thing.  Evie was back in town. Fuck. She said she’d be here this week. She had keys to his place. Not that she ever bothered to use them. It had to be her. He leaned forward in his office chair to hide his growing erecti...

She lay kneeling, facedown on the bed, ass in the air, naked except for the kitten ears. Her husband had tied her wrists behind her back, and her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.  She trembled in anticipation. A red satin blindfold, tied securely at the back of her head, stole her eyesight. Her other senses compensated. Her nose pressed against the soft down of the blankets and sheets. They smelled of the co...

Typical New York City Friday afternoon back in the day: a dark Alphabet City shithole of a bar stinking of stale beer and cigarettes, the requisite old man sitting at the bar watching TV, two coked-out businessmen huddled in a booth in the corner, this goth girl dancing by herself over by the jukebox, some dilettante bridge-and-tunnel poet playing wannabe bad boy.  The poet is currently trying to buy a drink by reciting a...