The act of vanishing from the face of the earth is not as romantic as it sounds. There are twenty-four hours in a day and ultimately there is one person from whom you can never entirely escape. The glimmer of satisfaction comes in knowing that surely, somewhere,...
RESEARCHER'S NOTE: As always, the names of all persons and places referenced have been changed to preserve anonymity. "Neal" is a heterosexual male, mid-30's. College education, divorced. No children. I admit I'm not the most masculine-looking fellow in the world....
Skip called me yellow because I wouldn't strip in the field for him. He wanted me to. They all did. "You're nothing but yellow, aren't you?" "I'm not." "Are too." He chased me across the field and I was panting. Panting is what I did over "Lady Chatterley" all that...
They'd called it their 'sixth anniversary'. Six whole months since they'd met. Kevin and Debra had been driving back from visiting her mother and, during the seemingly endless return trip, the conversation had turned to kinks. "Tell me one of yours and I'll tell you...
When he can breathe again he looks up into the torrent of freezing rain pouring in through the open skylight. The converted mortuary table suspended high above in the leaping lightning of the sky, sways dangerously in the gale, threatening to tip over on one end. One...
It was an upscale apartment that still managed to look elegant and spacious despite the clutter that a bunch of cops working a crime scene brought with them. Murphy, the uniform first on the scene met us at the elevator. She's a good cop, young but keen. "What you got...
Wilmer was torn. He loved him some good pussy — and if the pussy he gravitated toward ended up beating his heart to death, splintering his soul, sucking the sanity out of his mind? It wasn't his fault. But the price tags kept gnawing him slowly like trained rats in a...
I should've been relaxing in front of a roaring fire. Instead I was standing in a cold house staring at the corpse of a nude woman whose nipples had been sliced off. Just above where her left nipple should've been, the murderer had left his signature — a tattoo of a...
You might call the very continuing existence of The City a blasphemy if you've got the evangelistic bent. Los Angeles — even the old name is a holy reference: Our Lady of the Angels in Spanish, of course'sits off a vast chaparral desert atop the San Andreas Fault, a...
Story inspired by the song 'Use Me' by Bill Withers My friends feel it's their appointed duty They keep trying to tell me All you want to do is use me. She's been in my bedroom, lying in wait for me to get home. I find her on my bed, on her belly, stark raving naked,...