Never been an exhibitionist, but the thought is slowly growing on me, breeding from within, consuming me. The intention, once insignificant, building into action from just a glance in the bathroom mirror. The pics taken, unleashing an unexpected rush and...
Anna Morgan awoke knowing things weren’t right. That ache, low down. Different from the ache from her monthlies, which were at least two weeks away. Under the bedsheet, she was naked. No! She never slept naked. And why was she damp down there? Down in her...
Ella Fitzgerald was singing, ’Every time we say goodbye.’ From the door, Carrie put down the case and looked at him. “Why that one?” Paul shrugged, “Alexa’s choice. But so true.” His eyes roamed longingly over her clinging blue dress, fabulous breasts, th...
