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You wake to the smell of coffee brewing. You sit up in the bed, yawn, and look over at the window, confused. The moon is up. It must be late. You get out of bed and wander through the apartment. You find him in the kitchen shirtless and wearing your pajamas. He stares intently at…
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It’s not a cult. It’s a joy center. People come here to revitalize their chakras and— Ok, so it’s a cult. But not a scary, murder kind, more like a free-love, hippie throwback kind. At noon we drink tea and chant. By two p.m. there’s all kinds of fucking happening in the Sun room while…
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The couple was pressed against the back wall in the darkest part of the courtyard. His hand up under her skirt and her mouth on his ear, no doubt begging for it: demanding his thick cock, which appeared in a flash, then disappeared as quickly up into her. Donny watched it all from the security…
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“I’ve seen bigger,” said Danny, but he hadn’t. None of them had. And it wasn’t just the length of it, but the thickness as well, that made them stare. “Can I touch it?” Pete asked timidly. But he didn’t move to do it. None of them would. They were too chicken-shit to even get close,…
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The acrobat hung suspended in mid-air, using both arms to grasp a tensile swatch of crimson material. His face contorted and flushed both from the effort of keeping himself suspended upside down and from the vigorous vibrations of the toy resting on his prostate. His bulge was obscene in his skin-tight white leotard and a…
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“Remember to breathe, son,” one of the instructors counselled. “The breath is crucial.” Addison tried to breathe, but there were moments when the pain overrode the pleasure. The solid mass of the faceless golem loomed over him and its monstrous unit pushed inside. He ground his teeth. The instructors jotted notes in their booklets. When…
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Tristan skid toward the door, screaming and crying as he neared it. His chest was tight with the effort of running at full speed, but it shut before him anyway. He slammed his fist against it, swearing futilely. He could feel the smooth, hard tendrils running through his hair. A whisper in his ear told…
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…loomed overhead and flashed its lights into the fog while the two undressed in the cramped backseat of a borrowed Jetta. Their mouths locked in the dark while they fumbled with cool zippers. The brunet kept a surreptitious eye on the dashboard clock while pulling down his partner’s jockeys. The windows steamed and both took…
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New feature today. It’s 99 words — obviously a take off of the 1,000 words project, but shorter. I absolutely LOVE (and occasionally loathe) working within constraints. I wanted to see how short something could be and still tell a cohesive narrative, while being erotically charged. I’m assuming I could go even shorter, but 99…