Flashers

Stand and Deliver

She was ready to hang up her spurs. The man who'd promised to spank her managed three swats and then started to cry. Another one talked deliciously dirty on the phone, but when they met, he only wanted her to pee on him. Her favorite sadist was too depressed to answer...

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I’m not in Love

"...and DON'T forget it!" she screams at me through the slammed door. Women. I reminded her: a woman can't open her legs without opening her heart too. I bury today's love-note in the sugar bowl. She hasn't found any this week, but that's ok. I'll keep on hiding them....

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Stone Angels

The closed graveyard was a wonderland of gothic memorials. And on a warm day, perfect for a figurative photography project. "Twist your arm a bit more," Pete said. "Perfect." Another image captured. Linda pointed at the next crypt. "Those angels are the same height as...

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Incorruptible

The ancient nuns hovered like gargoyles as he undressed the body, revealing the nubile curves of a dark-haired, teenage girl — a girl dead now one-hundred and fifty years from tuberculosis, but by all appearances merely asleep. There was no pallor of death, the...

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Such Things as Soldiers Speak of

"Form up! Tighten the line, there. ... Cullen! You crazy sunuvabitch, what the hell you grinning at?" "Cullen says Dusky Mary nailed his hat to the ceiling last night, Sarge." "That so, Cullen? Milk you dry, did she? ... Unshoulder arms!" "Did she ever, Sarge. I'm...

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It’s Just a Dream

"Honey, wake up." "Kevin, no, I have to get up in a couple of hours." "Please, Honey. I had a terrible, terrible dream." "Ah, Kevin, for crissakes, you're not a kid. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep." "Let's have sex. Please?" "Stop it; let me sleep." "Let me...

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Tartine

"It's getting toasty in here." His eyes roved over the lace landscape I'd presented. A perfect package of buttoned magic in dark Chantilly lace. Seamed stockings, red lips, a redolent pout and a wicked pair of stillettos shimmered in the half light. "Buttons and...

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Jailhouse Sleepover

Drunk, sixty-nining clown couple copulate, stroke, jizz, slurp: aching flesh spent, they finally hear their cellies' empty threats, fearful whimpers. Mad-gazed clowns turn, leer, face cowering cellies, October slaughter begun: gory grease paint burps. Cops arrive, too...

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The Dumb Ass

Roger noticed her immediately. She was sitting on the stool at the corner, sipping one of those fancy fruity drinks. He checked the ace bandage that covered his wrist in a tangled mess and smiled to himself as he approached the beautiful woman. "This seat taken?" he...

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Love Letter

From behind, bent over the mini bar? Or ride it like a slow bucking bronco? Do you know how long you have to choose? It isn't forever. I can't wait. Do you imagine me on my knees when you touch yourself? Do you count the breaths until the distance between my lips and...

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