Strip it, Strip it Good!

I'll never know quite how he convinced me to do this. My assumption is that it was two-tenths my own willingness, three-tenths his constant insistence that I'd "be good at it" and five-tenths of that twelve year old scotch he plied me with the night...

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Mod Todd's Bod

The clearest way to say it is that Todd loved strange things. Strange, being a relative term, can of course cover a variety of interests. Todd, however, consistently had interests well outside of the norm. This explained why he not only had his ears...

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Elements of a Dream

The dreams always began the same way; running, as if he were being chased by something. Vague memories of a forest, always misty and cold, that seemed to stretch beyond the horizon. No noise beyond the sounds of cracking branches, splintering wood and...

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Why I Don't Go To Frat Parties Anymore

Here's where I state my disclaimer. I'm not a fraternity kind of individual. My education was more about money and getting a degree than actively participating in campus life. It was my choice and I certainly don't fault people for their decisions....

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The Customer is Occasionally Right

I work in a sex shop. There, I said it. Just make sure you get it all out of your system. Working in the adult industry, if we can use a more delicate term, as I do isn't all orgies with famous porn stars and drinking absinthe out of eight...

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In Bondage, Scaled

The world was hazy at first; diving in and out of focus. Everything from tip to tail felt tingly and numb at the same time. A few thoughts fluttered about in his head; the wine, the bar, the smiles exchanged. Slowly, as things began to settle, he...

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Altering the Fit

Sam really didn't like being alone like this. Being alone meant thinking; and thinking always meant staring off into space and dwelling on problems. Not the simple mundane ones like 'What's for dinner?' or 'What's on TV?'. No, Sam's brain dug deep when...

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Towel Boy

Sal's gym, handily enough run by an eight foot tall stallion named Sal, was something of a dive in the fitness market in town. It didn't have wall to wall brand new fitness equipment, stairclimbers with three dimensional digital readouts or glossy,...

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Triathlon

Standing at the starting line, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It's not like I hadn't prepared for all this; two months previous working on my endurance, stint as a lifeguard at the community pool for the better part of a...

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Shift

_Shift! Change your life and your lifestyle!_ It wasn't as if this was something new to find on a long, thin soft drink can. The addition of various 'herbs' and 'vitamins' to the ingredients list in bizarre quantities also had no effect. No, it...

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Experimentation

The lab itself loomed rather massively over him as he stood outside the main doors. The loose clothes and ratty shoes he wore only made him feel more uncomfortable. The appointment had been for noon and it was now 11:50. He still couldn't get up the...

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Modifications

Gaudy neon lights streamed through the smog-laden streets, the light green haze visible even through the thick goggles he wore. The re-breather hummed softly, ionizing the surrounding particles and shunting them to the scrubbers on either side. It did...

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