Night Work (Part 3)
Erotica , Original Fiction , Writing / 23 March 2019

I made it as far as the nearest bathroom that night, before I stopped and rubbed myself to a quick, shuddering climax in an empty stall. The drive home was a blur, and I came twice more on my couch, my head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open, re-living how he’d thrusted deep into the back of my throat and the crude words he’d whispered. I fell asleep in a cum-and-contentment coma that lasted until nearly eight o’clock the next morning. That was Saturday. By Sunday morning the high had worn off, and by Sunday evening my elation had fallen into worry that bordered on despair. The encounter still played through my thoughts, but now shame hung heavy over the recollection. I’d let a complete stranger just… fuck my mouth like he owned me. Cumslut. Cocksleeve. In the moment, the names had fanned the fantasy with delicious heat. Now they hit me like poisoned darts. I felt dirty. What if he’d had an STD? What if I saw him again? What if someone had seen, and I lost my job? My stomach was in knots that night, as I faced going back to work Monday morning. Self-love vied with self-loathing….

Heavy Sleeper (‘The Normands’, Pt. 1)
Erotica , Taboo Erotica , Writing / 18 March 2019

It wasn’t unusual for Madison and him to share the bed.   His marriage to Amelia had ended in a bitter, messy feud fueled by screaming, slammed doors, and insults hurled alongside coffee cups and picture frames.  The court had sided with James and awarded him both full custody and a restraining order, citing Amelia’s history of verbal abuse and physical aggression.  Madison had only been nine at the time, and she’d had nightmares for nearly a year afterwards. Night after night she’d wake up crying. Sometimes she’d wander into her father’s room and crawl into bed to sob herself to sleep against his chest.  Sometimes he’d go to her room and sooth her back to sleep with a litany of shh shh, Daddy’s here, it’s okay and hummed lullabies that faded when he dozed off, too. Life as a single father hadn’t been as bad as he’d feared.  Maddie was a bright girl, mature for her age, and — thank God — well-behaved.  Emotional counseling had helped both of them adjust to new routines and new reality, and eventually her nightmares became less frequent and less traumatic.  The older Madison got, the less often she needed the comfort, but…

De-Extinction
Erotica , Taboo Erotica , Writing / 9 March 2019

He’d asked about Little Red Riding Hood. It was the myth that inevitably came up when she mentioned her specialty. She rattled off the interpretations: obeying one’s parents; the dangers of the primeval forest; the wolf as stand-in for the sexual dangers that faced an adolescent girl. James laughed. She was three drinks in; he ordered her a fourth. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who was intelligent and interested, and who didn’t meet phrases like ‘ethnographic fieldwork’ with a blank, brainless stare. From there it went to werewolves and Twilight, and how the ‘animal’ had become ‘erotic’. Her fifth drink. Her sixth. James stood in close; he smiled, laughed, and watched her with bright, interested eyes. They were so deep in their conversation, so apart from the bar around them, that they both blinked in surprise when the bartender announced last call. He drained the last of his Jack and coke. When he leaned in and lowered his voice, she could smell the whiskey on his breath. “Have you ever done it?” he asked. “Done what?” “A dog. A wolf.” She had stared at him, stunned into silence even though the fuzzy pleasure of her…

Sweeten the Deal
Erotica , Original Fiction , Writing / 9 March 2019

Sanneke DeJaegher knew the office building like the back of her hand; she’d worked there, once upon a time.  She’d helped run it, as the Director of Human Resources, before retiring to a more consultation-based role.  That experience as an executive director served her well now, two years later, as she strode through the line of glass doors and into the lobby, briefcase in hand and her pale cream suit tailored to razor-sharp perfection.  She walked in like she owned the place, with confidence enough to take the receptionist by surprise. “Hello.” Sanneke greeted the woman behind the desk with a friendly, smirkish smile before giving her an utterly false name.  “Melissa Fries; I have an appointment with Ms. Vanderbilt.” “Ah, welcome, Miss Fries.  If you could sign in, please, while I look up your appointment…?” “Of course.”  The packet of papers — disclaimers, confidentiality agreements, terms and waivers — were attached to a clipboard, and ‘Melissa’ spent the next several minutes filling them all in with blatantly made-up information. “How do you spell your last name, Miss Fries?” “F-R-I-E-S.  Sounds likes freeze, spelled likes fries.” “I don’t see that you have an appointment.  Are you sure it was today?”…

Night Work (Part Two)
Erotica , Writing / 30 January 2019

I went back the next morning. I had to; I needed those records. It had nothing to do with how everything had played itself through my head in echo that night, or how I’d lain awake long after cumming, wondering what would have happened ‘if’. If I’d come to the stairwell a few minutes earlier, or a few minutes later. If I had dared to go down another level. If I’d seen them. If they’d seen me. Regardless – I needed those records. I had a job to do. And that was why I went back the next morning, nerves on high alert, back to Harolds Tower, and held my breath as I pushed open the door to the stairwell. I listened as I descended, step by step. There was no one there. I made it down to the basement unobstructed by panting, thumping bodies of either gender. Files retrieved. I took my time – maybe hoping beyond hope that perhaps, on my way out, I’d pass a knowing smile and a wink as someone else came down. Nothing. I feigned a smile and ‘good mornings’ to everyone in my office, once I finished the walk back, and handed the…