Kinky Erotica

Tokyo Inferno

The fetor of the vomit-caked floor hit Mark immediately, seconds before his eyes focused on the base of the toilet. He’d fallen asleep there last night, after purging himself—again. Head throbbing, he slowly lifted himself from the cold tile. His stomach was a... read more

Sir North

He told me to meet him in the park, wearing only a flimsy top and skirt, no underwear, no bra. I walked from my apartment to the park across the street from the beer store, passing the old drunks, who leered at my nipples stiffening in the cool breeze of an early... read more

The Sisters

Naked, Claire knelt over her husband on the bed. She stroked his erection, then steered it where he wished it to go, the fingers of her other hand spreading her cunt. “Michel,” she said smiling as she impaled herself on his cock, “fuck me,... read more

Heirloom

Cesare Soutina approached sixty like a wary old dog unsure if the food bowl contained poison or merely something difficult to chew. The still dense patch of hair on his head was speckled — or streaked — with silver, like rust on grape leaves; his wide nostrils arched... read more

His Secrets

Joshua’s palms were sweating profusely by the time he’d reached the underground-parking garage to the county court house. Dear God, what was he to do. He was at the end of his rope. He needed help. He needed someone to tell him that he was normal. That... read more

On a Train to New York

I stopped flying. Some phobia had kicked in, underscored by recent events, and there was no budging on this. I determined that it was not necessary to fly, and that most of my business could be done by phone or fax or e-mail; or if it became essential, I could take a... read more

The Heirloom

Meredith’s father presents us with the bed at the big family party, a week before our wedding. He makes a big deal of it, of course, the way he makes a big deal out of everything. “This came from my great-grandfather Daniel,” he says, running his... read more

Sandy Hurts and Loves It

Sandy had always had her little kinks. Doesn’t everyone? Her favourite one was innocent enough; it hurt no one and afforded her a certain enjoyment. Well, to be honest, a wickedly intense, deliciously satisfying enjoyment. Sandy was Sandy, after all. She saved... read more

Sucked

She could have given him everything. More than he ever imagined, something that at his age, especially, he should have begged her for. She leaned back against the steps of the university library. Older men were supposed to have it together. Issues resolved. But at... read more

Of Canes and Men

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “She’s quite exquisite.” I simply nodded. “Is—” I silenced him with my finger and stood up, motioning for him to follow me out of the room. Waiting until he was through the doorway, I closed the... read more
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