Little Chickenburger

Prostitute fiction set in Amsterdam’s Red Light District. A story about a bad old man.

"I held his saggy bony legs. I shouted ‘Hi Daddy’ onto his cock. It started to grow. He called me his little chickenburger."

Read the full story on ‘Horror Sleaze Trash

My poem ‘This Morning’ is published in Issue 69 (The Sexy Issue) of Red Fez. Read it here

Just Me


It’s just me

That’s all I need

Just me and the void

And my wound

And my hand

And my salve

I submit to myself

There is nothing else

Wounds heal tight

But my breath tonight

Is heavy

And my hand

And my salve

Are ready

Karina Bush