Suburbia Stories

Vanessa stood in the doorway watching her lover and his wife as they slept. Jonny looked so innocent to her, so innocently masculine and handsome. Sarah looked stupid, stupid like a woman who could have gotten laid when she climbed into bed with her man but didn’t. Does he have an erection, the intruder wondered. She slid a hand under her cropped summer pajama top and thought about finding out. If I touched him, would he...

Dave peeked around the living room entranceway to peer at the front door.  When he saw the blonde hair, the eyes looking at him through the decorative glass, he stepped back out of sight. Shit.   “…Richelle’s argumentative and abrasive, just like her mother.  Neither have a God damn filter.  She’s going to be a horrible influence on Dawn,” his wife said over coffee that morning, just after their daughter left for school....

Laura closed the door behind Tonya, walked back to the couch and crashed down. She smelled her fingers. Yes, it had happened! Finally, or maybe already, she had been laid by a woman again. She always knew this day would come, and it had surpassed expectations. Laura inhaled again. The fragrance was so similar to solo-sex, yet so much better. She stretched her tired body. God, this had been good. Laura’s thoughts turned to...

“Horror stories show that the control we believe we have is merely an illusion.”-Clive Barker***Herb looked at the house and whistled as he got out of the car. “Are you sure this woman’s not a real witch?” he said. “Who else would live here?”Herb’s wife shushed him. The old iron gate around the property’s dying lawn creaked when he pushed on it, and a winding path of broken stones led up to the tall, dark house with Gothi...