You heard my voiceCalling from the wilderness.It wasn’t your earsThat heard me,Just as it is not your eyesThat see me. Only you knowwhere you heard my call.Only you knowHow I see you,By tracing my fingersOver you My voiceSilky and smoothMy touchBoth teasingAnd electrifying Oh...
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The Confession, 2065
"As is the law, I have been granted 1000 words to exonerate myself. I intend to use every one."
I stand before you, the jury, accused of a heinous crime, and extend my apologies in advance if this account appears somewhat graphic. But I assure you the level of detail is necessary to provide context that will allow you...
Beyond walls
"Reinterpreting the role of the holiday siesta."
September 2011. He was in my dreams again. Always the same muscular body, lightly glistening as he towered over my naked form. Appraising me? Wordlessly judging me? Wanting me? It was hard to tell. His poise and the self-congratulatory manner...
Night on the 9th
"A Parisian hotel and its thin walls."
August 2010. I love hotels. Not for their comfort or cuisine but their ability to lower people's inhibitions. There's something about a hotel room that's intensely magical; step inside and you become just one of hundreds of strangers in the...