Small Mercies

Emma leans forward, smoothing the mixture of baby oil and lidocaine ointment across what used to be Dance’s bottom–what used to be quite a nice muscular ass. What it’s become is a surreal combination of the spooky, the transcendentally beautiful, and the absurd. Trying to remain bipedal with twelve feet …

Familiar Fantasies

Emma puts her keys back in her purse and lifts her head, startled.  She must have been quieter than usual coming in.  Without a sound, she slips off her shoes. She can hear rapid breathy gasps and the distinctive slapping of wet skin on skin.  Whatever furniture they’re leaning on, …