Where imagination is the only limit
The city pulsed with lights, and I stood under a streetlamp beside a well-known gay club, aware that my gaze and the curves of my body were drawing attention. The short dress barely covered my hips, my legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, and my lips, painted with bright red lipstick, promised a sizzling night. … Read more
I walked down a dark street late at night, returning from work. The city was quiet, only occasionally a car drove by. Suddenly, I heard the screech of tires behind me, and a black van with tinted windows abruptly stopped beside me. The doors flew open, and three burly men in masks jumped out. I … Read more
It was Saturday. From the morning, I started preparing for the meeting. We agreed to meet by the sauna in the park half an hour before the scheduled time. When I arrived, I found that my client was already there. I recognized him without any trouble, walked straight to him, approached him, and said: “Hi, … Read more
That was a long work week, but I finally made it to 3 PM on a Friday, looking forward to a relaxing weekend. Then a text from my wife of five years came in, setting off an avalanche of events. “Hey! I have a few things to take care of and then I’ll be home … Read more
I woke up around 8:00 AM. Clara was still asleep. I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I got up and went to the toilet. The toilet was shared with the bathroom. The entire floor was tiled. In the corner, there was a large corner bathtub with a lowered seating area. I sat … Read more
The year was 1972. I, a 33-year-old brunette with a nice figure, my tall, handsome husband, and our 17-year-old daughter in her prime, went on our dream safari vacation. We were staying away from civilization but close to a cultivated native tribe that often hosted affluent tourists like us. I liked it there; the natives … Read more
Mike lay bundled under several blankets, recounting his morning incident to Henry, who lay beside him. Mike owed Henry a great deal. When he became homeless, he wandered Prague for several days, sleeping in various dangerous spots. Once, he slept at the main train station and was nearly beaten by some young hooligans. Then, by … Read more
Mike was freezing. He was rummaging through a dumpster, stretching uncomfortably, which caused his worn-out jacket to ride up, letting the cold seep in. It was a truly damp and chilly morning. Winter was already making its presence known. What would Mike’s first winter on the streets be like? He didn’t know, but he had … Read more
Not that I was the one frequenting bars and pubs—that was more my boyfriend’s thing—but it had been a long time since I’d seen my friend. She’d been living with her boyfriend 80 km from our town for two years, so I suggested we all meet up, and if needed, they could stay overnight at … Read more
The experiences I described last time repeated themselves many times over. When Mr. Miller learned from my aunt that out of all male bodily fluids, I most enjoy swallowing urine, he laughed and then made me drink his piss quite often—even forcing me to drink his friends’ urine as well. But he didn’t spare me … Read more