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    Elust 113

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  • Short Fiction,  Smut Marathon 2018

    Pillow Slip

    Bill had left for the war in the autumn but Betty’s nightmares had started while he was still at home. Before he’d left, when the dreams first began, he would wake her and…

  • Short Fiction,  Smut Marathon 2018

    The Stranger

    The wind howled around the corners of the cabin and the storm raged on. They arrived after nightfall, greeted by torrential rain falling through the heavy cedar forest. The cabin was rustic and…

  • Short Fiction,  Smut Marathon 2018

    No Regrets

    “I’m sorry, Sir, it may be an hour at least before the elevator is moving again. If you could please be patient, we …” “I’m out of patience. Surely there’s something you can…

  • Flash Fiction,  Short Fiction

    Amour no more

    She watched him sleep, leaving the bed momentarily to open the window and let in the warm night air. The buzz of neon from the bar sign downstairs was soothing, vaguely reminiscent of…

  • Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Marks

    “Purple seemed more appropriate than red … because, well, your name.” I took the roses from him and he shrugged off his coat without hesitation, stooped to untie his boots and tucked his…

  • Short Fiction,  Smut Marathon 2018

    The Red File

    Detective Benson pulled over and put the car in park. He looked across the field to the circus of milling cops and crime scene techs and sighed. When he’d gotten the call, Susan…

  • Short Fiction,  Smut Marathon 2018

    Two Cherries

    Hanoi, Vietnam, 1969. Jack had often thought about that first night, the last night that he could claim any innocence about the world. He had been 18, away from home for the first…