To tell others thatIt is a rumor Will not do. When your own heart asks How will you respond?

There was magic in the air tonight, and something incredible was about to happen–Kelly just sensed it.

in this beautiful place, where all that I’m thinking about it how much I want you.

Straddling him intimately, he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing the silk aside and caressing my pale, exposed skin. Even against his uniform, I can feel his hardness. His body feels taut and poised for action.

Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve… Hell sent someone.-Along For The Ride-

You want some pie?”

He stands, loosening his black tie and stripping off his white shirt, dropping the latter just in front of my face. The appetizing smell of him reaches my face in a goading wave. As he walks around my body to the bed, he slaps my ass, making me turn and yelp.

When a zashiki warashi came to live with you, good fortune smiled upon the whole house.

One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table.

On the Writing Process:”When in doubt, take it out.,

From “Lady In Waiting” in the anthology The Morgue :Now I have yet to meet the corpse could hold up its end of a conversation, so at most I might whistle while fixin’ one up ‘stead of engagin’ myself in any small talk that’s goin’ to be so one-sided anyways. But Cindy Flowers’ corpse weren’t...

In the hours waking,when we’re still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we’ll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories, will dissipate,and our shadows will be swallowed by the sky.

As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.

Writing keeps me sane.

My mother always told me you could make her smile.

Come over here and taste me,” he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.

Do you want to risk it?

I know what I am. I know that I’ve chosen to identify as a transgender woman, and that I am – by and large – happy with where I am in this world. I’m far from perfect, and I could give you a list as long as my arms of the things I’d love to...

If, as Max Weber contended, science, modernity and rationalism have disenchanted the world and swept it clean of gods, spirits and magic (or, at least, problematised believing in them), then psychedelics offer a potential way out of the ensuing existential impasse. -Andy Letcher

There is that sense that we have to all come together, the challenges have become so great for the human species that it’s going to take all of us to find our way out. One of the ways to achieve this goal, of course, is to expand the freedom of religions so that those people...

Is there anything else I can do to help you enjoy your stay?” he probes, raising one dark eyebrow ever so slightly…

Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.

I felt old. Again. It had been happening a lot lately. I did not live the life of an old lady, but I could hear it beckoning to me, like a mermaid on a rock.”— Michelle Tea, “Paris: A Lie” from the anthology Pills, Thrills, Chills and Heartache

Whatever the story means in the story which I told you, the fact of thinking in terms of stories does not isolate human beings as something separate from the starfish and the sea anemones, the coconut palms and the primroses. Rather, if the world be connected, if I am at all fundamentally right in what...