Suckling Stories

Alice lay back in the armchair. Having sole access to the one with the electric reclining seat-back and the automatic pop-up leg rests, she sighed with the utter relief of someone who has been on her feet for too long, particularly for someone in her condition. It was now the full forty weeks, and her stomach rose up from her torso like a whale breaking the surface, its stretch marks scoring lines into her perfect skin. T...

She used to tell me how much she missed me. And how she could hardly sleep when I was away at school because the house seemed so empty and eerily quiet. She would have strange dreams of waking up and not knowing where she was; of being unable to tell if she was dreaming or awake. She would speak of our ‘special bond’ and how much I completed her life. It was not very different for me. I was younger and my dreams were ofte...

“I’m sorry honey, I honestly didn’t think you’d be that upset about it,” I begin to apologize as we walk through the door, just having come back home from a dinner night with friends. “Well it should have been obvious,” You scold me, “Who talks about that kind of thing with their friends? And at the dinner table no less?” “Um… we do? All of us. And you’re always talking about sex stuff with Kim, what makes this any differ...

Carolyn had unpacked the last box when the doorbell rang. Pushing her hair back with a huff, she wondered who would be ringing the bell on her first day in her new house. Probably the neighborhood busy body, wanting to be the first to get the scoop, she thought sourly. She looked briefly in the newly-hung hall mirror on her way to the door, noting with dismay her rumpled t-shirt and less-than-pristine shorts. Well, people...