“The other night, I was so exhausted,” she said, pulling off her long socks. He was looking in the mirror, gauging the length of his stubble, rubbing his hand across his cheek. “I peeled off my clothes and dropped them on the floor, and then you scolded me and made me...

The walk-in closet was almost completely dark. A shaft of light came from under the door, which gave them just enough illumination to make out each other’s forms once their eyes adjusted. “This is ridiculous,” he started, but then she stumbled into him. Her body was...

I’m not sure how or why, but one Halloween I decided to collect stray cats. It started on the L train. Her name was Bianca, she was in college. She seemed a little self-conscious about how low cut her dress was and how the tops of her thigh highs were visible when she...

Put your hands between your legs and show me how you play with yourself at night. Don’t look down, look me in the eye. I want you to show off for me. You want to be my brave girl, don’t you? You want to show me how dirty and sexy you can be, don’t you? Show me what a...

As Jason showed me around the big house, I was impressed by the space. A modern kitchen with a six-burner stove. A fireplace and huge television in the living room. “We have a hot tub out on the back deck. Business-class internet. The neighborhood is great—lots of...

The whine was a little girl noise: a pouting, stubborn groan of frustration. I heard it when I opened the door and let the light from the hall break the spell of darkness in her room. On the pink bed, the girl was covered in blankets, pillows, comforters, and stuffed...

She was such a pretty girl when she was sleeping. So soft and pliable, with her eyes closed and her defenses down. Her warm skin under soft sheets called to me and I couldn’t keep my hungry hands away. Tiny kisses wouldn’t wake her. Neither did the careful parting of...

“Daddy.” She couldn’t help it. It just slipped out. It was on the tip of her tongue the minute someone’s hand slipped down her pants. Sometimes she forgot about it completely until she dreamily found herself whispering it. It was always there though, uncontrollable,...

It was a gift and a game—a pretty little slip of pink cotton in a pretty pink bag with tissue paper and bows. She took out the little onesie and held it up with knitted brows. It wasn’t kid’s clothes, but it wasn’t something she would normally wear. It was a simple...

Let me take solace in what I need. I’ve seen to you when you needed to be tied down and when you needed to be held and when you needed to be bruised and hurt. Let me come to you with the curtains open and the cool gray of dusk’s light pouring in. Let me find you on a...