Back in the early 1800s, in old London Town, lived a lady called Carol. I say lady in the loosest possible sense. For Carol you see, was a lady of the night. And day actually, she wasn’t really that fussy....

Drops of Glitter

""Outside of work, don't call me Boss""

Shit, this was happening. “Where?” Kate breathed against Ella’s lips. They were never going to make it to a bed. Kate’s hands roaming over Ella’s body in this bathroom stall were making it difficult to hang on to any rational...

We got a little tree this year and draped it in our weird. A lobster angel, threaded cheeto garlands, curls of copper wire, it's our homage to the season. We both have families, but chose alone together instead, with love...