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The Ethicist, Ep.7: Self-Discipline [NSFW].
NB: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT I fully understand why captive primates masturbate. When I am my most bored, I am also my most horny, a fact which may also help to explain the sexual turbine that is high school. I am bored now and it doesn’t help that I am marking final exams. I’m trapped by […]
Oddawa, Ep. 2: A Bat Out of Hull.
January 6, 2013
Kean heard the casings hit the pavilion’s concrete floor one by one. That was the good news. It meant he was still alive. The bad news was that he now had three red hot bullets searing in his back, and he was lying face down in the muddy grass. One thing was certain: he could […]
Oddawa, Ep. 1: The Rat
December 9, 2012
Nadine had always known her Fluevog boots were sturdy. She didn’t realize how sturdy, until Jasper hit the cobblestones of the Jeanne D’Arc courtyard like a sack of wet potatoes. She rarely got a clean knockout, with a single roundhouse kick. Fluevogs: fashionable yet functional. As she waited to see if Jasper would get back […]
A Derivation of Love (8 of 8)
December 5, 2008
Sunday, September 9th, 2001 Desmond blinked and turned towards Carmen. She smiled at him from across the table, across the newspapers, and across the pint glasses of coffee and the ashtrays. Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth and her red hair framed her cherub face and bright blue eyes. Desmond’s notebook was […]
A Derivation of Love (6 of 8)
December 5, 2008
Thursday, February 15, 1996 Dana pushed at his head. “Stop. It’s too much. It’s too much. Stop.” Desmond stopped immediately. He took his face from between her legs and pulled down the blanket. He slid under it and tunnelled up into her embrace. “Oh my God. That felt really, really good.” She was flush, her […]
A Derivation of Love (5 of 8)
December 5, 2008
Sunday, January 17th, 1988 The tap was hot under the ball of Desmond’s left foot. The condensation dripping off of it was cool. Peering over his book at the tap, Desmond carefully forced one of its knobs between his big toe and the toe next to it. He pushed the tap but it did not move. […]
A Derivation of Love (1 of 8)
November 27, 2008
Monday, April 28th, 1980 Across the street from the subdivision in which they lived, the children waited for the school bus. The unfinished subdivision had opened recently and, without roads, sidewalks, or lawns, the almost identical townhouses were marooned in mud and connected by wooden-planks. The clearing, where the children gathered, was uneven and muddy and, […]
April 22, 2013
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