It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god awful presentation. Then rain the minute I left for home. It was...

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,...

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...

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...

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 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...

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...

Henry was making bacon again. There was something both charming and annoying about his propensity for, and enjoyment of, elaborate breakfasts. Beth had grown up on cold cereal, as had Henry if she recalled correctly. Bacon and eggs were reserved for the weekends when...

The invitation came one autumn morning. A crisp white card etched with rich black ink. “You Are Invited To: Un-Still Life.” “For your curiosity and consideration, we invite you to examine a girl on display. Cocktail attire. OoD members only. No guests. Clean hands and...

Sometimes Dee liked to fuck men she didn’t find attractive. If she was at a party and there was that one guy who talked a little too loud or made jokes that were a little too rude or perhaps just wore an ugly suit, she couldn’t think of anything but sucking their...