A short story in the time it takes to travel a few stations and head to the Yokohama train. This short story has been lying around my hard drive since 2012. I can’t remember…
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I suffered through Faolon’s humiliation with constant reminders that this would, in fact, be the last. I would never again feel his hands on my body. I would never feel his lips cup my…
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My time with Caleb felt like freedom. I was powerful. I could move about, play, touch, feel, smell, breath, without fear. The more I was able to feel this way, the less I could…
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I was lost to him for what seemed like a moment and forever all at the same time. His hands and my hands both explored the body opposite our own as if we were…
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The painting had been moved from the middle of the room and was now hanging on a wall watching over the privileged guests as they danced. The men watched me as I entered the…
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He is the man I would have noticed first, had he been in the room when I arrived. He is the kind of creature that draws all eyes to himself, without doing much…