Fiction

Fiction Archives:
1) Stories 80-61
2) Stories 60-41
3) Stories 40-21
4) Stories 20-01

Asking For It
by Beth Friedland
"The spongy tape and the soft rope are tools of his benevolent cruelty. The devices and his use of them in specific times serve to keep me sufficiently restrained without endangering me excessively. I am fully confined, even with some discomfort smoldering in my limbs, but the danger is minimal, and the pain insignificant so he can rest without having to monitor my breathing and safety every moment."

Bad Back
by Tom Hathaway
"I had a hard-on almost the whole time I was massaging her. Afterwards, I had lover's nuts -- my balls would ache and there'd be a cramp at the base of my cock, the whole thing sore from being hard for so long. I'd jerk off thinking about mom, what her hidden parts looked like, what it would be like to be in her. I'd had lots of girls, was what the counselors and magazines call a "sexually active teen," but I wanted mom more than any of them."

Meet Your Match on Craigslist--by a Victorious Veteran
by Prof. Barbara Foster
"Eager beavers from twenty to seventy responded to the ad I posted for an “attractive, mature, sophisticated man unafraid to show his feelings in a long term relationship with potential for growth on both sides.” Since the majority of my in the flesh meetings with wannabe lovers had headed south, imagine my delight when age appropriate Desmond materialized."

Collisions
by Russell Bittner
"She loved the “W” as no one should rightfully love a subway line. She loved it for its obscurity and for the sound of its name. Most of all, she loved it for its possibilities. The “W” was long-haul – like a Mack or a Maersk, cross-country or trans-oceanic. The long-hauls had the time and patience to get into a rhythm – to settle down onto the tracks or into the waves and go the distance. With time, patience and distance, there was always the possibility of romance, and she lived daily in that hope."

Alert
by Laurence Klavan
"Was he kidding, this kid? He didn’t seem to be—and he wasn’t flirting, either, not in the usual way, which is what Allie had figured at first. A weak wind made her belly feel cool and she remembered that her shirt was sweated through, he could clearly see the flower pattern on her bra; but the boy didn’t look there, didn’t direct one guilty glance, engaged her eyes the whole time, which was a first since she was fifteen with men and boys of any age."

Nervous
by Amelia Beamer
"The silence lasted only a moment. Long enough. She wished she’d had one more drink at the bar. That she was a little thinner or funnier. That this didn’t mean as much as it did. She wanted him still, wondered if she should make the first move. How delicate this moment was, she thought. How easily the tenderness might boil away."

Laela
by Roger Bonner
"Marriage and domesticity with its concessions and petty squabbles had never held much appeal for him. He preferred a carefree life with the thrill of acquiring a fresh lover at least once or twice a year. However, this was at a price. The wooing and bedding of a new woman had become more arduous, not to mention the dumping process. His relationships always ended hysterically, with the women shedding copious tears or even physically attacking him, like Ginger."

Batman's Cabin
by Sarah Elmendorf
"Guts likes slim whores with long straight hair, any color, and the ability to balance a checkbook. Right now he's seeing an elementary school teacher named Jeanette. She likes cheap cigarettes, Portuguese fados, and the Beastie Boys. She sings country western karaoke, and wears stud seed pearl earrings, tiny horn rim glasses, and pink satin girl boxers that peek out of the waistband of her Levi's when she's bent over picking up kid toys or scouring the ring out of the bathtub."

Chocolate Girl
by Sam Jayne
"Despite her love of candy, she somehow maintained a perfect figure; slim but still shapely. Her breasts bulged in the confinements of her black T-Shirt, which sported the cheeky slogan, “Bite Me!”, emblazoned across her chest in pink lettering. She was in her mid twenties, enigmatic and seemingly wise to the world. I wanted her badly."

Sparklewheel
by Kris Saknussemm
"Then we start to get really hot…touching each other…kissing…and then we think what it would be like to fuck while on the wheel, flying around this haunted fairground. You’ve got this flimsy mint julep dress on with no panties and I’m wearing microfiber cargo pants. You’re wet and ready. It’s easy for me to pull it out and slide into you. You can ride me while we speed higher and harder around and around."

Child’s Position
by Dawn Ryan
"She was no Lama, I knew that. It wasn’t possible that she could have reached enlightenment in such a short period of time, and how does one willfully go from finger-fucking in the bathroom stall of some dive to meditating under the Boddhi tree? And how does it become a for-profit enterprise? I hadn’t even spoken to her and I was angry with her already. A master of what? A healer of what? The magic that had lived inside of me and kept me believing and hopeful, the image of Lily that had meant so much to me, The Virgin Mother herself, all her greatness and glory, was demolished the second I learned that she called herself a master, a healer, a missionary, a nun."

The Other Woman
by Ed Aymar and Gwen Wilson
"Thomas knew that he had no reason to be truthful or, for that matter, to believe anything told to him. For all he knew, Lilac69 was a thirteen-year old boy from Pennsylvania, a transvestite from Texas, maybe a college student in Taiwan. Or she could be what she said she was: a 39-year old Baltimore woman contemplating divorce from a man who had, she was relatively certain, spent the last year screwing one of their neighbors."

Workplace Surprise
by Sarah Elmendorf
"She smelled sick, a poison sick coming from her pores and her breath. Otis was reminded of the deathbed stink of his younger brother Johnie, who sold cane liquor from the trunk of his blocked up El Dorado in the front yard of his his kudzu vined palace in Yoayus, Tennessee. Johnie drank the liquor, too, plenty of it, and turned sick from it, really sick because he had contracted hep from all the other stuff he did."

Naked Physics
by Kelly Jameson
"I feel aroused as I think of lying across the top of the piano, getting fucked over the guts and strings of one of the great symbols of civility, my legs spread ignobly, my body tuned to the physical sensations of sound and movement, moisture and masculinity. I wonder why I haven’t done it before, on top of the modern incarnation of the invention of a man who was a harpsichord maker for a Florentine duke, a man who knew in the late 1600s and early 1700s, even though he couldn’t yet see it yet, that there was more to the world of sound than strings that had to be plucked and coerced to give up their sounds."

Tallulah Tantrum, or Hot Butter
by Robert Scott Leyse
"I thought I was seeking to avoid BratCats, put a stop to the nonstop parade of feisty felines that raise hell in my apartment? What idiocy! With a wildcat one needn't worry about dying for some drama: the ocean will cease to crash breakers on the shoreline before a temperamental cutie will fail to become an outlet for the forces of primal nature! There's nothing like a fresh, vibrant, convulsive plunge into the headwaters of an unbalanced beauty's unleashed discontent!"

White Hot Lies
by Matthew Proujansky
"'I'm being stalked by the last man I interviewed. He's scary as hell. He's been in and out of jail since he was a juvenile, but he never spent more than three years inside for any one crime. That was for assault. Then he raped a woman. He was looking at twenty-five years, but she couldn’t bring herself to testify, and he got off. I know her, and I know what he did to her. And the way he looks at me I know he wants to do the same to me.'"

When Mothers’ Backs Are Turned
by Chester Jones
"'Not that there’s anything wrong with being seen as a sex object by your boyfriend,' adds Victoria. 'Quite the contrary, in fact. It would be a fine state of affairs if he preferred doing the gardening to watching you undress. There’s only a problem if he only sees you as a sex object. But I don’t see how we are contributing to any such attitude. I’d certainly never put up with it in any man I dated – any more than I’d put up with him not getting an erection when I take off my bra.'"

Glitter (Excerpt from the novel, THE NAKED SHOPPER)
by Karen Moulding
"Corey took off his shoes. I sat on my sofa to do the same and just as I began to worry about getting us past the ice-breaking part of this endeavor, Mick sat down right next to me, and put his hand on my neck in a way that was quite pleasing. I caught my breath and started to open my mouth to espouse a theory about this moment. Mick clamped his mouth over mine before I could talk."

Spin Dry
by Sam Jayne
"Kay, who had been thrown to the kitchen floor, stared at the mess as she sat in a puddle of soapy water littered with burnt-out wires and fowl smelling clothes. She sighed angrily at the thought of the expense which loomed ahead of her. How much did washing machines cost nowadays anyway? No doubt they came with all the frills - an inbuilt fax machine, telephone and internet connection. Perhaps she should just buy a high-powered vibrator instead."

Relics
by Gary Earl Ross
"Newly single at 44, your only son grown, you find yourself pursuing the bachelorhood you missed by marrying at 19. You are determined to make up for the abstinence of the final years of your marriage. You’re still a good-looking man, with a body toned from years of sublimating unspent sexual energy into jogging and exercise. With a solid career and no one to support but yourself, you’re glad you had a vasectomy."

The Podiaphile
by M. Thomas Gammarino
"I entered this business on a quest to locate the perfect pair: feet like butter rolls, golden and glossy, not too soft nor too tough, youthful though mature, darling but by no means precious, unblemished, clipped, not a hair to speak of, sleek but full, pink heel, toes whose lengths make sense with respect to one another, arches elegant and neither too steep nor too flat, feet that bespeak a certain innocence and sensuality at once[...]"

Soho Surprise
by Gary Beck
"Donna was getting slightly upset and started to ask what was happening, when the door opened on a totally dark room. Unseen attendants took them by the arm and guided them to a dimly lit reception area. It was staffed by highly attractive young men and women, in very short, revealing togas. Teddy paid $100 each for their entrance fee and they were given short togas and a cloth bag to store their things."

The Slave
by Julia Morizawa
"I often wished that Scott and I were the type of people who could fall in love. The type of people who weren't afraid to do so. But to him, I was just a girl, and he was looking for a woman whom he could marry. And to me, he was just a home away from home. A comfortable set of arms that held me so much tighter than my boyfriend's."

Sex is a Trophy your Mother Won Twice
by Joshua David Buczek
"I wasn't sure if Frank was hip to his mother banging his friend. When I came downstairs I learned otherwise, and after thinking about it, it was pretty obvious. Frank's mother was a whore, and Little John fucked most of our mothers, their husbands dead or alive, except mine of course because, like I said, she was born again."

Pleasure Chest
by Kelly Marie Johnston
"Gary had been working for the woman for years. Imagine, spending years of your life working in a basement shop that sells accessories for kinky sex. Don't get me wrong - I'm no prude and I'd say there's nothing at all wrong with kinky sex like the Kama Sutra - but this was dirty kinky sex. To live surrounded by it day in and day out for years, to live and breathe it non-stop; that is a sickness."

The Dire Consequences of My Libido
by Tara Alton
"I first learned about the dire consequences of my libido when I was twelve years old and I fell in love with my sister’s stuffed rabbit. His name was Claude, but let me get one thing out in the open about our situation. He was the one who began our romance when he kept staring at my bare legs from the shelf on the wall during the night."

Snow-Blind
by Jean Roberta
"Looking out at the billows of snow sparkling in sunlight, I was reminded of a big, inviting bed covered with rumpled white sheets. I would have loved to roll around in my venerable brass bed (inherited from my grandmother) with a hot, horny woman. The only sane way to live in this part of the world is to stay home with a sweetie until spring. Animals do it. But human beings don’t have that much sense, so I had to hit the road with my thesis-in-progress."

Fiction Archives:
1) Stories 80-61
2) Stories 60-41
3) Stories 40-21
4) Stories 20-01