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The Last Deduction

By Alison Tyler • Mar 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

An audit. A tax fucking audit. Nadine couldn’t believe it. She’d filed her forms on time, didn’t make a shitload of money, kept careful — well, adequate — records of her expenditures. Why was the IRS harassing her?
“They always go after the little guys,” her friend Daphne explained, “waitresses, like me, or free-lancers, like you. [...]



Giving Thanks

By Alison Tyler • Nov 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Our apartment is set up with a huge bedroom, a generous kitchen and no dining room to speak of. So it too isn’t often that we throw dinner parties. In fact, we’ve never had guests over to eat. To drink, yes. To play, of course. Just not to dine. But when my 25th birthday happened [...]



10 Minutes in the ’80s

By Alison Tyler • May 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

For 10 minutes in the ’80s, I was beautiful.
I’ve been beautiful since, but never like that.
Never again.
Before those magical 10 minutes took place, I not only wasn’t beautiful, I was hardly noticeable. Simply put, I was just another lowly freshman at UCLA, one of 40,000 others who called the campus home. Shy, insecure, terrified — [...]



All McQueen’s Men

By Alison Tyler • Apr 5th, 2003 • Category: Erotica, Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

In the case of Julissa McQueen, it wasn’t Humpty Dumpty, but a relationship that couldn’t be put back together. Perhaps it wasn’t much of a relationship to start with, but Julissa had tried for so long to put up with Raymond’s innumerable idiosyncrasies that she wasn’t ready to give up on couplehood. Not without a [...]



Lost in the Translation

By Alison Tyler • Feb 9th, 2002 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

“What did she say?” I whispered to Johnny, staring at the angry flush of heat in Birgit’s cheeks.
Johnny shook his head. Together we were lost in a foreign world. Whenever our friends wanted to talk privately, they simply reverted to their native tongue of German, instantly plunging the two of us into helplessness. How could [...]



Above You

By Alison Tyler • Nov 9th, 2001 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Josh and I find each other at a convention. He likes me from the start because I pay no attention to him. None at all. I don’t notice him when I walk by his booth. I don’t make eye contact with him from my stool in the dimly lit hotel bar. I am not playing [...]



Wanna Buy a Bike?

By Alison Tyler • Jul 9th, 2001 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

In Amsterdam, you can prove the Rolling Stones wrong. Here, you actually can always get what you want. That is, if what you want are drugs — any drugs — or sex — any sex. Sex with men or with women. Orgies. S/M. B/D. Name the perversion and you can make it come true.
Sure, I [...]



Spanking Aphrodite

By Alison Tyler • Jun 9th, 2001 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

“I want you to practice with me,” I begged Justine.
“What do you mean?” my friend asked, yelling to be heard over the music. We were at her annual pagan Halloween party, and the music was loud. I had on a toga and my black hair was loose down my back in my version of Aphrodite. [...]