His bare feet step on the beat of the song. Pam pam pam. He follows the music, stretches his feet into every new musical nuance, his arms folded in front if him, holding his imaginary dance partner close and safe. He smiles, turning his imaginary woman to...

I lay still and still felt the presence, but neither further, nor closer. I slowly uncurled, hoping that the slowness of my movements would somehow make my attempted escape go unnoticed. My breasts brushed the carpet as I got my arms below me, arching my...

It was a time before midnight when I woke up from a window banging open downstairs in my still to-be-tamed country home. It was a dilapidated building, with lots of rot to be replaced, lots of cracks to be repaired. Its location, miles away from people, m...

I wanted to be in her novel, simple. My button was closed, my zipper open. She liked the coldness of metal on her skin. A bent poppy flower tickled her thigh every time her hips went up. She straightened her arms and clenched the grass. Her shoulder blade...

Not the fabric ones that you choose to wear in the street now. No. A different kind. The helmet-type ones with sealed, circular glass eyepieces and a screw-on filter. Rubber ones. The ones transformed from a protection from radioactivity to a legitimate f...

I kiss him on the lips, pressing my breasts into his chest, caressing his cock through his jeans pocket. It is conveniently veering left and I can touch it with my well-trained right hand. I rub it back and forth slowly through the cotton lining of the po...