Jack Stratton bringing you stories of kink, lust, love, vulnerability, and taboo from the point of view of a polyamorous, bisexual man living in Brooklyn. All photos by the author with the model's permission. No AI art or writing ever.
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There is a nondescript wooden door at the end of one of the long marble hallways of the Main Branch of the New York Public Library that you can only enter if you have the right knock and the right word and a particular pin on your lapel.
Lucy saw Mark standing in front of the NoHo Grand looking at his phone.
Long train rides were meditative for Victor.
Not erotica.
Even the gourmet market had its limits.
The walk-in closet was almost completely dark.
Originally published in Math Magazine
“You should be careful my hands could slip,” he said with a smile.
Mona checked her phone for the seventh time.
Warning: This story contains threats of cannibalism, giant vegetables, profane culturally, and two sadistic siblings who seem a little too close.
This flash fiction is inspired by Kate Valentine and her prompt: Friction.
Content warning: Yikes! This one is total fantasy. A woman playing out her fantasy to be drugged unconscious and used by various men, then to watch a video of what happened. So, I’m not sure how to define consent there, but this is total make believe, don’t read it if you don’t want to read exactly what I described.
Alicia was, by far, the bitchiest of my little sister’s friends.
This story is part of the Smut Stroll.
When I pushed her against the bookshelf and kissed her neck, she didn’t seem surprised.
She had that thing.
The train doors finally opened and Jessica grabbed Amanda’s hand, pulling her best friend into the waiting crowd.
