Remuneration

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.… Read the rest

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.

This collection contains nine stories of the Order, from strangers who stumble upon clues about them to some of the inner workings of the mysterious sex cult.… Read the rest

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?”

“God, Tom, I’m not backing out!” she said, thoroughly offended.… Read the rest

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 the rest

Review: Giselle Renarde’s Nanny State

Except for the work of a few friends (Guy New York, Sinclair Sexsmith) I don’t find that much erotica that really turns me on. Well, not much that is being published this decade.

51geyortszlNow, there is a lot of erotica out there, so part of that is just not being able to find erotica that suits me. I am very much not into romance genre erotica, which is most of what is out there. Billionaire, werewolves, the ever present cocky alpha. These are things that as so far from what turns me on that I’m better off reading cricket scores to get off.… Read the rest

New Girls

He laughed his cruel laugh again as she felt the old rug grind against her naked knees.

“Listen, you’re just the new girl, you don’t think you deserve my cock all for yourself do you?”

The two other girls smirked and snickered.

She wasn’t a person really. Not that night. She was just one of three sluts kneeling at his cock.

Some part of her recoiled, knowing how fucked up it was, but a much stronger part of her wet her lips, assuring her that she would show them. She would suck the best and he would realize she was the best toy.… Read the rest

The Routine

It felt good to have daily routines. It made her feel rooted. The same breakfast every morning; oatmeal with a banana in the winter and fall, yogurt and granola in the summer and spring. She always took the 8:14am train into the city. She always got to the station early and bought the Times and a medium coffee; skim milk, no sugar.

Three days a week she went to the gym before work. Chest and biceps on Tuesday, shoulder and triceps on Thursday, and back and legs on Saturday. She used a helpful guide to get the best supplementation for her workout routine and body goals.… Read the rest

The Order of Dionysus: The Pass

There really wasn’t anything special about her. Well, other than her curiosity.

I saw her almost every day on the A train. She often wore that sort of post collegiate uniform of the early 2000s; tight dark blue jeans tucked into calf high leather boots, a gauzy white blouse, various Anthropology accessories.

Yet there was something unique about her smile and the way she looked around the subway car. No phone in her hand, no book, just perusing people.

Admittedly, there was also her tits and her hips and her ass. They were large. Her breasts were almost too large for her frame, though they were often camouflaged by her loose blouses, though occasionally on display with a low cut sweater.… Read the rest