I glared at the broken elevator every time I passed it, cursing my landlord as I hauled another box up to the tenth floor. I wasn’t necessarily out of shape, but the workout made me seriously reconsider my new apartment....
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The coffee shop glowed, front window framed by a string of amber lights. It reflected on the shimmering pavement, the already over-green town draped in its usual overcast cloak. I sat alone, nestled against a rain-flecked window, a faded copy...
The Sinner’s Glade
""She fucked as if she'd fallen long ago." -Lucifer"
Fireflies wink, golden sunset filtering through crimson petals.He's as handsome as she was warned. The fire in him burning her across the meadow."He lets you free?" "Perhaps He learned his lesson with you," she replies.His smile forfeits her resolve.Insidious, he moves...
Her thoughts digress as she eyes his leather belt. Would he spank her with it?Daydreams darken the bright room, his words behind frosted glass. Musing what desires keep him up at night.Chivalry didn't die with him. Does he take it...
Unaffected
"Remember that night?"
She had an affinity for sweatshirts, though they could never conceal her attractive figure. Her black hair was usually up in a high ponytail, and you loved the wayward curl by her ear that would always escape. Her lightly freckled skin made...
A Night With Ms. Davis
"Tommy spends a night with his best friend's mom."
Tommy walked to Kevin’s house. Trekked the six miles with a beanie over his messy black hair, a backpack on his shoulders. It was two hours to midnight, cold enough that his breath made a cloud on every exhale, but...
Life & Death
"Death cums for Isabella."
The vast lawn at the back of the house stretches to a forest of trees. The aroma of spicy magnolias, conversations between crickets, and the crescent moon pouring into the open door.Isabella sits, curled on a chair beside the door,...
Black wheels spin on the wet blacktop, kicking up water as she drives through darkness, Still Corners’ ‘Sad Movies’ playing on fuzzy speakers via her favorite station. It's a night when not even the moon threatens to shine behind the...
Her eyes are a field, soft and warm and green, and I imagine a sea of wildflowers growing within her corneas. Wild as the need in her gaze, a desire so far from banal only a truly demoralized slut can...
The street reeks of routine, the rhythm as people avoid one another as ingrained as the ballet of pedestrians and stop lights, predictable, constant. Today, the low sun peeks through the rolling clouds onto the sharp-edged architecture, blacktop damp from recent...