February 14th

February 14th by Cusper Lynn   Tim McLaren walked across the parking lot.   A young man of twenty, with a stringy goatee and greasy mustache blocked the entrance to the pharmacy. “I don’t fucking care nothing about what that bitch has to say!” he shouted into his phone. “Get the fuck over here and pick…

Men Never Listen

Men Never Listen By Cusper Lynn   She walked out , her hair pulled back in a blond ponytail. She was wearing the leather, restrictive, body harness with nipple and hogtie lock rings.   She’d bought the outfit two years ago in anticipation of finally meeting. . .him.