The key was not letting on how he felt. Let the rope take over. Let the familiar routine play out like a dance number he had memorized. Disappear into his dominance.

That would keep him from letting on the crush he had on her. That would hide the fact that he had been pining for her for weeks.

You couldn’t be shy when you were in control. You couldn’t blush from the top. read more


She had been in a bad mood most of the evening. She swayed to the music at the wedding reception looking miserable as she sipped punch in her party dress, which was a somewhat pink poofy confection of an outfit. It didn’t exact match the sour look on her face.

I mingled, shook hands, kissed the bride on the cheek, all the time eying by bratty date. When I felt we’d stayed a respectable amount of time I grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her to the door.

In the cab she looked out the window, away from me, and pouted at her own reflexion. read more

Biggest Fan

She walked into the bar and time seemed to stop. She was amazing. Jesus. Tell, a little thin for my tastes, but with a big ass. Her ass was just a fucking bubble. She was beautiful. Face like an angel. Thick pouting lips, big brown eyes, shortish brown hair with little streaks of purple and an undercut. She walked in, saw me, did a double take, and then walked right up to me.

“I know who you are,” she said with a wolfish grin.

Who was I? I just smiled and tried to keep cool. read more


Perhaps the more entertaining story is how it all started, but frankly that tale would take too long to tell and it would detract from the perfection of what we have become.

Let me explain.

Every morning I wake up at seven on the dot. It doesn’t matter what I do the night before, out drinking until dawn or in bed with a book by eight. My alarm goes off at seven, just one alarm, an old school round chrome analog clock with an actual bell on it, and with it, I am up. read more

Blackmail Diary

They were both home for the summer for the first time in a long time. She hadn’t seen her older brother for more than a year and in that time she changed in so many way. She hoped he had grown up too, out of his bullying phase. Yet ever since their returned he had begun his games of teasing and taunting her with a new passion.

She heard him walking into the kitchen and she turned off her phones screen. She didn’t want to give him any more ammunition for torment and her Tumblr would have certainly done that.

As he passed her at the kitchen table he dropped the diary in front of her. He did it casually, as if he were returning something she had dropped. read more


The fourth floor window of the old apartment on Rivington looked out on a bar, a noodle shop, and a rather weather beaten elementary school. The roof of said noodle shop housed a sort of neon crucifix of two chopsticks forever clamping down on huge strands of metal ramen. Above that monstrosity was a long sliver of silver gray sky and above that vast clouds amassed like an army.

Sparrow felt the storm growing around her. There were static crackles of far away lightning. It was only six in the afternoon and already the sky was dark.

As she leaned on the windowsill, she let her finger absently trace the white wooden frame and its dozens of layers of paint. As she sighed the glass fogged over in a neat circle. Without thinking she drew a symbol in the fading gray moisture on the glass. read more

The Order of Dionysus

I am excited to announce that my new book Stories of the Order of Dionysus is now available!

You can order the ebook on: Amazon – iTunes – Nook/B&NGoogle Play – Kobo
You can order the print version on: AmazonCreateSpace

The Order of Dionysus is a secret society dedicated to hedonism, perversion, and lust. Their masked orgies have been whispered about throughout history as they moved from their birthplace in Europe to the Americas, finally finding a home in New York City. read more

Fair is Fair

“It’s not fair,” Audrey muttered as she unbuttoned her blouse.

I tried not to laugh as I continued moving things around my bedroom to give myself the most access. I stripped the pillows off the bed and moved a chair and a folding table next to it. I put a tray with cold glasses of water and snacks on the table. The whole thing was going to take a glorious while.

“It is exactly fair. We made a bet, you lost that bet. I even gave you an out, but you said you don’t break your word. Are you backing out?” read more

Old Gray Bill

Catherine came to the old house on Oak Street in Spring, a month before her thirtieth birthday, just after she received masters degree in sociology and decided she never wanted to teach again.

Mrs. Sullivan, having once had seven children and a wealthy second husband, was left with a giant empty house with eight large bedrooms when the husband died and the children grew up and moved away.

The black and white picture on the mantle showed a buxom brunette with a knowing smile. The woman in the rocking chair on the porch had the ghost of that saucy looking girl in her, buried under the wrinkles and silver hair. read more