The Art Of Notice – Chapter Two: The Lesson Of Command

"As Katarina clasped the pearl choker around Belle's neck, the metal click of the fastener sounded like a closing door."

The first light of the Italian morning, filtered through heavy velvet curtains of midnight blue, cast the bedroom in a private, golden hue. The air was still, heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and the lingering musk of the...

Kitten’s Daddy Chronicles – Brat Tamer

"When the climax finally hit, it was explosive, my body shuddering with an intensity that I had never experienced."

God, Susan is so loud. Even when she’s just sitting there paying bills, her energy is stressful.I was leaning against the granite island, microwaving a slice of three-day-old pizza and nursing a neon-lime energy drink. I was scrolling TikTok at...

Diary Of A Posh Slut – The Interrogation Of Bunny Love

"“You’re a dirty whore, Bunny Love,” she said, enjoying her punishment, “A naughty, dirty whore.”"

Dear Diary,My friend Lucy and I look forward to Halloween each year, dressing up in revealing costumes and hitting the clubs for a night of drinks, dancing, and debauchery. This year, Lakota was our first choice. The Halloween event featured...

The Art Of Notice

"Her lips brushed Belle’s—soft, tasting of champagne and danger—before she deepened the kiss with an authority that made Belle’s knees weak."

The TerraceKatarina leaned against the stone railing of the terrace, her silhouette cut sharply against the twilight sky. At fifty-two, she possessed a stillness that only came with time—a confidence that didn't need to shout to be heard. Her hair,...

Tan Lines

"I watched a yacht sail by in the distance, and I wondered if they could see me making love to myself."

Our friends, Julia and Amy, owned a place in South Beach, a Miami Beach neighborhood renowned for its early-20th-century architecture. The condo was located in the Art déco Historic District, within one of the old, pastel-colored buildings off Ocean Drive....

The Sanctuary And The Canvas

"The final stroke of the whip landed with a flat, echoing crack, not born of rage, but of absolute reverence for the boundary we had both crossed."

The ArrivalElizabeth arrived on a flight from Spain on Sunday afternoon, marking the beginning of a ritual we had anticipated for weeks.I collected her from the airport and drove us immediately away from the city lights, toward the solitude of...