Fiction, essays, erotica, and other dirty things

The first time I came into the city alone I was fifteen. I walked to the bus stop at eleven at night and got to the subway at almost…

It was pouring when we climbed the stairs to the roof. The bar on the top floor was packed, but above us, the fake grass soaked up the rain…

It’s three am and we were not at the same party.

A short dirty story about a young wife getting just what she needs.

A few days ago I found out an erotica story by Anaïs Nin was unearth and published last year. I hadn’t heard about it and I was excited to…

“The other night, I was so exhausted,” she said, pulling off her long socks.

In the last week or so, most of the major retailers and e-book distributors have begun to ask authors to self-identify certain themes in…

“Did you have a good evening?” he asked, lighting one last cigarette.

It may or may not have been raining, but what I do know is that I hadn’t seen her in two years and I still loved her in places that hurt to…