From the banister, I looked down into the closest of the three cages hanging from the ceiling, like chandeliers, above the dining room table. A woman knelt inside, blindfolded and still, the iron bars leaving cross-work patterns on her naked flesh. She was just close enough that I could see a spray of freckles on…
I’ve been fucked by the truth dozens of times over the course of my life. Sometimes that truth has come from outside of me, sometimes from within…though less often the latter. And I’ll be honest, when she shows up, I don’t tend to invite her with a welcoming smile, offer her a cuppa on the…
Below is my Smut Marathon round 7 submission. I did okay this round. If it were up to the judges, I would almost be out of the running…they didn’t really like it. In fact, I think I was 5 or 6 from the bottom in points this round. The public vote was a bit different.…
Numbness had set in hours ago. The pain had moved from tingling to pulsing to nearly unbearable, but she had breathed through it. This was penance. She sat on her knees on the living room floor, palms resting on her thighs, head lowered, listening to the symphony of birds from the open window. This was…
Hot wind whispered softly through the cherry trees–the late summer evening telling heady, perfume-laden secrets everyone already knew, like rumors that had been around the block enough times to become folk tales. It made the inhabitants of the apartment lazy and slow, sweat trickling into hidden crevices, skin sticking to skin. Fortune spread her legs…
