by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
We started kissing in the cab, my hand sneaking under her dress when the driver wasn’t paying attention. She was waxed clean and smooth and always wet, my little pet, and that made it so my fingers slipped right in perfectly. She slaps me away, wanting to be a good...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
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,...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
One night we read each other’s love letters. The ones from other people. We let it hurt and squirmed against each other. We played with how complicated it was and teased each other and laughed and blushed and cried. We let the word “love” sit in our mouths until it...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Catherine came to the old house on Oak Street in Spring, a month before her thirtieth birthday, just after she received a masters degree in sociology and decided she never wanted to teach again. Mrs. Sullivan, having once had seven children and a wealthy second...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Never Sir (From the upcoming novel The Negotiation) The coffee dripped into the glass carafe. Kay leaned against the counter of the kitchenette and watched each drop, inhaling the scent deeply. Everything would be better after coffee. Not that the morning was going...