yourfaceyourporn.mov My wife tells me she’s cheating on me about halfway through dinner. I work my way through the potatoes, the beans, and most of the meat before replying. β€œWho?” β€œThat doesn’t matter.” It very muchΒ does matter, I think. I imagine a 6’4, muscular, chiseled Greek God of a man...

From the moment she learned to walk, little Myrtle dreamed of becoming a tap dancer. She would totter through the house, her chubby bare feet slapping arrhythmically on the hardwood, her squeaky voice calling out β€œTa-ta-ta-ta-ta!” like tap shoes on a stage. When her second-grade teacher...

My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That's really my name. I used to wish it wasn't. On all that's holy, I wished it wasn't. But I suppose that the name was never really the...

Nobody believes in vampires.Β  They’re just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.Β  Done to death until they’re nothing but a clichΓ©.Β  Only children are afraid of them, which is a far cry from the fear they once...

I looked at the phone.Β  I waited for the text to come back.Β  It was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes. That hideous face popped up on the screen, with the reply. β€œYou didn't do the last task I asked of you.Β  Now, there will be consequences.” The last...

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