Erotica

A little role-reversal fantasy in which the boss gets what she deserves.

She sounded too good to be true, and there’s no such thing as that good on Craigslist.

A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.

She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny — and she wanted a leash around her neck.

She asked me to humiliate her, to hurt her. I did my best, against a window, high above a construction site.

Sometimes, bossing people around gets exhausting. Sometimes, you just want to kneel.

“Write me a story about us – about us and at least two other people we know.  It should be at least slightly plausible,” I told her. Weeks went by.  She was non-compliant, defiant.  Until the other day, when this…