by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
“Promise?” she whispered. Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black-rimmed glasses were almost falling off, and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red patterns on the soft...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
“Six?” I shook my head and smiled again. She bit her bottom lip, but under the circumstances, her demeanor actually changed very little. Ana was a tough nut to crack. We’d met through this or that, the way people uptown meet. She was bright, book smart, art smart,...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Lucy saw Mark standing in front of the NoHo Grand looking at his phone. He looked handsome in the streetlight. A well-fitting black suit and a skinny black tie, holding a briefcase. Like a Tarantino character or something. He looked up to see her as she crossed the...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Aubrey drifted in and out of sleep. They had set her up by a window, with the view of the trees and the birds and the mountains in the distance. All the glory of the Hudson Valley to gaze upon during her convalescence. It was nice to have the window open in the...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Kay stood in front of the full-length mirror and slowly slipped the Batgirl Underoos up her freshly shaven legs until they were halfway up her thighs. She paused, looking at her reflection. She was naked except for the purple and gray fabric suspended between her open...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
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 we all...