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This site contains explicit stories of sexual & kinky fantasies and is not intended for readers under 18.

The Archivist

There is a particular brand of depression you experience when you have to move back in with your parents. At the tail end of college, Kate got lots of promises from professors and advisors, that her years of studying esoteric and philosophical subjects would lead to...

Puffy

When did the obsession start? She’d started sending pictures out of the blue. A friend, but not a close friend, who was kept indoors because of the plague, suddenly decided that I needed to see her naked. She was polite about it, of course, she was a very nice girl...

Blank Page

My heart was broken. My heart was broken in lab 427b at 13:45 on a rainy day in April. My name is Miles Brown, and I am a poor scientist. I know it, and now most of the faculty and Biophysicists and Neurophysicists Ph.D. students at my university know it as well. I...

Desire & the Flames

Wednesday meant a racing heart. Thursday through Tuesday meant long nights of writing, erasing, ripping up papers, and trying desperately to find the right words. Sophia wrote a poem every week. She finished them on Wednesdays, usually in the morning before work. She...

A Quick Trip Downtown

Edward was taking me on another one of his damned adventures. I swear, if he weren't like a brother to me, I'd be done with him. He shouted from the drawing room for me to hurry and dress, but I couldn't get the damn bow tie right. Looking in the mirror, I remembered...

A Casual Beating

A short story from my early blogging days. Probably around 2007-8. Examining my somewhat burgeoning kink. There is a different tone, a different voice there. Sometimes it is playfully poetic, but awkward. Sometimes it is just arrogant. Other times it is sweet. In this...

Bruise

Did she fall? She was sometimes clumsy. Stretching on her well-worn white sheets, she pulled the blankets back over her naked body. She rubbed her legs together. She combed her fingers through her hair. She moved her hand down the side of her body, over her hip, and...

Lucy’s Game

It started as just a little game between Lucy and me. How I’d tease her and how she’d blush and pout. “You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up. “Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine,...

Scolding

“The other night, I was so exhausted,” she said, pulling off her long socks. He was looking in the mirror, gauging the length of his stubble, rubbing his hand across his cheek. “I peeled off my clothes and dropped them on the floor, and then you scolded me and made me...

Putting Things Together

She promised not to smoke if I just came over. When I got there, she stank of mouthwash, and she didn’t know what to do with her hands. You could always tell the state of Amanda’s life by the state of her lips. As she moved in to kiss my cheek, I saw that those...

A Working Man’s Treat

On holidays, Martin gave himself permission to get a treat. He deserved it, in his opinion. He went most of the year being good, being presentable, being a father and a husband, and an asset to his community. So on the lesser holidays, like Presidents Day or Columbus...

Greedy Queen 2

I've been working on the sequel to my story Greedy Queen for a long time, and this week I was inspired to put the final touches on it. The original is a story of face-sitting, obsession, desire, and lust. The sequel is a dirty little threesome that involves making...

Tough

The thing about Frankie was she rolled her eyes every time I added something to a conversation. She never laughed at my jokes, and she never looked me in the eye. I thought it was because I was a little too obvious about my attraction to her. She was brilliant,...

The Doll Collector

The streets were black, wet, and peppered with gold and red October leaves. At seven o'clock, the sky had already grown dark, with only a few lingering fingers of ruddy crimson at the edges to show where the sun had descended. Alan walked down the familiar street, his...

Greedy Neighbor

Alicia was, by far, the bitchiest of my little sister’s friends. Growing up, I don’t think I had ever seen her not pouting or rolling her eyes. She seemed to have contempt for the whole world.  The thing was, bitchiness was a look that really worked for her. She...

Pain & Worship

Henry twisted his neck back and forth trying to get some relief from the tightness of his collar and tie. Usually, he enjoyed cocktail parties, getting dressed up, mingling and carousing, but that evening he just wanted to be home in bed. It had been a horrible day...

Crush in the Wall

Sometimes the word “crush” made perfect sense. It felt like that, like being crushed, like being pressed under the weight of want, the density of desire. Sometimes I thought about Caitlyn and my chest swelled. She was just so pretty and kind and charming.  Maybe...

The Shaving Lesson

To meet the husband of your lover is a strange thing. To realize he was flirting with you was quite another. Henry poked at his eggs and smiled nervously as Adam and Kay whispered to each other, both pairs of their pretty eyes sparkling at him as they conspired. Henry...

The Valet

The dry cleaner (a lovely woman from Belarus, I believe) had my order hanging near the cash register, waiting for me. She tried to brush away my tip, but as always, she eventually conceded with a smile and daintily shoved the few extra dollars (as daintily as someone...

The Secret I Couldn’t Keep

She sent him some pictures, because he asked. He was obsessed from the start. When she came to the city to visit him, he couldn’t help himself. She had secrets and just needed an excuse to tell them to someone.

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This website is the home of the works of Jack Stratton. These stories are purely fantasy. Some of these stories contain elements of non-consent, taboo or simply very unhealthy relationships and acts. The author doesn’t condone any of these things. In life, consent is key. In art, anything goes.

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