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The Best of 2013

Sixty-Seven
by Big Ed Magusson

Newbies and the Rules
by Daddy X

Playing With Dolls
by Daddy X

Regular Places
by Daddy X

The Dumb Ass
by Daily Hollow

A Good Settlement
by Ian D Smith

Flayed
by M. Micheal Rakes

Breathless
by Penelope Lake

It's Too Hot for Yard Work
by Penelope Lake

Ship Breakers
by R.E. Buckley

Such Things as Soldiers...
by R.E. Buckley

Time Capsule
by R.E. Buckley

The Shampoo Girl
by Rose B. Thorny

Tartine
by Valentine Bonnaire

Happiness was his warm gun
by Valentine Bonnaire

Year of the Snake
by Valentine Bonnaire



Archives

By Daddy X
Aftermath, 70's Style
Greetings
Re-charge
Smoking Section


By R.E. Buckley
Flasher Feast
It's Just a Dream


By Rose B. Thorny
The Reason for the Season
Stalkings


By Steve Isaak
Flasher Feast
Jailhouse Sleepover

Flayed

Flash Fiction
by Michele Micheal Rakes

 

Flash FictionJohn slid to the floor of the shower and hugged his knees.  “What a fucking piece of shit you are, Sweetwater.”

“That’s where we disagree, John.”

“Dave?”

“When I couldn’t find you, I came here.”

“You can do better than me.”

“What did Adam do to you?”

“Go away.”

Dave, still clothed, dragged John up to kiss him.  A plundering kiss, soulful, and so damned desperate.  He ran his tongue along John’s jaw, tracing the ravaged scar.  Dave’s hand found John’s raging cock.

Something changed.

Dave looked down.

“John-”

John closed his black eyes.

Dave sank to his knees.

Gently, he kissed John’s mutilated, scarred cock, ripping John’s soul inside out.

“Does it-”

“Still work?  It’s hard, isn’t it?”

“-hurt?”

John looked down.  “Not anymore.”

“Who-”

“Adam.  Obsessed with modifying it, making me grotesque.  Don’t you see, Dave?  If you promise this is just sex, fine, but I can’t give anything more.”

“I’ll take whatever you give me.  Don’t turn me away.”

“I’m disgusting, deformed, you shouldn’t want me.”

“What I want-need- is you, inside me.  Fucking me.  Until I break into tiny little pieces.  Then I want you to put me back together and do it all over again.”

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© 2013 Michele Micheal Rakes. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Bio: Known by many names: Pinky, Glitter, Mikey, the dreaded Michele, biker bitch, and most affectionately, slave. Michele Micheal Rakes is my name. I'd stopped writing after losing everything in a fire Thanksgiving '98, and started again in 2010.
Working as a surgical technologist, I've had my hands on many things (bowel, prostate, spleen). Currently, I assist in the removal of testicles. Those little Orchy's (testicles) are awfully pretty when stripped from the scrotal sack. They're all pink and bespeckled. Penile implant is my favorite surgery.
When not holding little pink jewels, I ride my Harley with the big boys. Sometimes I ride the big boys' Harleys (often times I ride the big boy). Been known to while away a few minutes fascinated by the way the scrotal sack contorts to protect those precious eggs(at least until my husband tells me to quite poking them). Oh, yeah, and I love sex!

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