Tantalizing Tales
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Tantalizing Tales

A neon sign outside a lap dancing club, advertising table dances , live shows, and ‘sexy sexy girls’.
Photo by Darya Sannikova

Opening Night

My husband stops outside a club, which a garish neon sign informs me is called ‘Blue Night’ and promises, among other delights, ‘live’ shows, presumably because nothing is less enticing than a dead stripper.

“Really, Oliver? When you suggested we go out to celebrate, I assumed you meant a restaurant. You…



Creating fiction to awaken your imagination. Curated by May More. Edited by Posy Churchgate —Contact us via talestantalizing@gmail.com or @TaleTantalizing on Twitter. For Submissions, go here: https://medium.com/p/13c662830e34

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Marsha Adams

Autistic author of psychological smut and philosophical filth. Usually found hiding behind a book.