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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...

The Dancer’s Perfume

Ethan walked the familiar path down Prince Street and considered, for a fifth time, whether he should go to the club. He’d only recently broken up with the dancer, Ella, and everything felt a bit raw. Still, it was Saturday. It was the first Saturday of the month,...

The Crush

That morning, after we fucked, Amy told me that she had a crush on a boy. I was still half asleep as she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped on her bra. I watched as she fumbled a bit with the tiny bent clasps. She was a pouting princess sometimes. There was...

The Card Game

It was Saturday night at the club under the Library. It was a Members Only night. Audrey had been a member for a year, and she finally felt like she understood things. As she walked through the crowd, she was starting to see that there were actually two parties going...

The Callipygian Sublimation

We are in the dungeon. It’s hard to express how surreal the place is, with the reality of being in a club dedicated to BDSM, mixed with the overt corniness of the Nine Inch Nails soundtrack and walls that look like a Renaissance Faire castle. She is a candy stranger,...