by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
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,...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The text message came at 11 am that Saturday and simply read “fine.” I didn’t know what to do with myself, and so I set upon the only thing I could think of. I cleaned my apartment. My place was small, a studio, and I tried to keep it relatively spotless, but she was...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Title: Madeline for Brunch In a lot of ways, Madeline still felt like a stranger in New York. She had made friends, got a good job, found a comfortable apartment, but sometimes, like when she was invited over to someone’s house for brunch, she felt like an imposter...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
He knelt on the hardwood, the cracks of the old Lower East Side apartment’s aging floor pressing against his knees through the thin material of his black tuxedo trousers. The giggling around the room was pervasive, as were the popping of champagne bottles and the...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The girl in the beret came to the speakeasy on Mondays and Wednesdays, the quiet days. The somewhat secret bar was at the end of an anonymous alley on the Lower East Side street. Its plain metal door had no markings. You had to know someone to find out about it and...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
My hands still get greedy for you. They ache, in tight fists, and I stretch my fingers as I remember touching your body. The feel of your skin, all the places you were soft and all the places you were tender. The way it was hard to make you come, but easy to make you...