Bassline Surrender (145 BPM)

"From club bassline to ruined sofa, two women push into desperation, deliberate wetting, and more than one kind of surrender."

The bass pounded my chest at 145 beats per minute. Sweat and expensive perfume mixed with a whiff of weed in the air. Strobe lights cut the club into sharp flashes, turning everyone into a series of freeze frames, arms...

Soaked In Secret

"A crowded commute ends in hot leaks and hidden ecstasy."

The first thing that hits me as I enter the bus is the almost overpowering smell: wet coats and cheap body spray; the sharp supermarket citrus smell that stings the back of my throat, and I know I'm already in...

Public Desires

"A secret thrill ignites in the most daring place."

Emily sat, mid-twenties, hair brown and shoulder-length,Hazel eyes bright with mischievous intent.Her denim jacket, light blue, covered a white tee,Black leggings hugged her curves for all to see.Red panties peeked beneath the fabric tight,White ankle socks and sneakers, black as...