She was okay with being naked. She didn’t mind walking past my open windows or if I snapped a picture of her every once in a while. I liked that. I liked how much she enjoyed her body, lounging and showing off her curves without a hint of the embarrassment that is...

When did the obsession start? She’d started sending pictures out of the blue. A friend, but not a close friend, who was kept indoors because of the plague, suddenly decided that I needed to see her naked. She was polite about it, of course, she was a very nice girl...

She promised not to smoke if I just came over. When I got there, she stank of mouthwash, and she didn’t know what to do with her hands. You could always tell the state of Amanda’s life by the state of her lips. As she moved in to kiss my cheek, I saw that those...

We go back to my apartment, I strip you naked and examine you very thoroughly. Push and pull you around. Spread you open. Look at every part of you. I may use a large magnifying glass. I write notes. Measure your nipple circumference, noting any tumescence. I use a...

Edward was taking me on another one of his damned adventures. I swear, if he weren't like a brother to me, I'd be done with him. He shouted from the drawing room for me to hurry and dress, but I couldn't get the damn bow tie right. Looking in the mirror, I remembered...

The whole idea of a female roommate was a bit odd to Mark. When his first roommate Tom moved out, Mark was in a pretty tough place financially, so he took the first person who inquired about the room. Paige was quiet, neat, and mostly stayed out of his way, so it...

Sometimes my eyes fell away from the book and the symbols, and my mind trailed down, down to where she lay. Blood sister, immaculate in her tattoos and freckles, laying on the ground skyclad, one knee bend and one bare sole on the cold earth. We came to the woods to...

She walked into the diner just as I was finishing my dinner. She dragged her feet and popped her gum, and wore a frown perfectly. The place was 50s chic, the counters lined with chrome, and the booths with well stuffed red pleather cushions. A Lower East Side remake...

“Daddy.” She couldn’t help it. It just slipped out. It was on the tip of her tongue the minute someone’s hand slipped down her pants. Sometimes she forgot about it completely until she dreamily found herself whispering it. It was always there though, uncontrollable,...

It was a gift and a game—a pretty little slip of pink cotton in a pretty pink bag with tissue paper and bows. She took out the little onesie and held it up with knitted brows. It wasn’t kid’s clothes, but it wasn’t something she would normally wear. It was a simple...