“This is where they brought me when I was sixteen.” Her touch was like subtle, continuous static electricity, as she held my hand and led me deeper into the asylum. It was empty now, twenty years later. After all the bad publicity, they’d closed their doors forever in October of ’99. “What were your parents…
If you’d rather listen… He pulled over at the head of the trail and told me to take off all of my clothes. Looking at him with incredulity, I opened my mouth to argue…but thought better of it. This was a punishment, and it was meant to be as uncomfortable as he could make it.…
I wasn’t going to write about electric play for KotW. In fact, I don’t write for KotW much at all, because I often feel out of my element discussing kink. In my mind, because I read about kink from the points of view of so many whom I really would term kinky, I assume I’m…
Frigid. That’s what the son-of-a-bitch had left me with. You’re too frigid for me. You lack enthusiasm in the bedroom. You’re too formal about everything. It has to be your way…it has to be just so… I can’t take it anymore. And then he got up from the table, leaving a perfectly good, still steaming,…
The only thing I remember specifically is that her lips were painted red. She could have been tanned, pink-skinned, brown, short, tall, young, or old. None of that was obvious, or memorable, in the shadows of the hallway where I found her sitting, the dim blue-white lights humming and flickering above. In the middle of…
