Switchy Woman
A short little story I wrote while waiting for one of my VIP male companions… Excuse the rough nature of it, please. I wanted to jot it down before I...
Of Cold Dark October Nights
I sit up late most nights — even if I weren’t working, writing, or otherwise wrestling with my muse, insomnia would make it so. This time of year I can...
Warm Wet Velvet
That night there was an unusual storm brewing. That night you, as usual, had nothing to do; so you sat home alone, in your ratty robe, reading. Your mood was...