Spectrophilia Stories

Courtesy of the new moon, I’m swallowed up by the night save for the flickering copper gas lanterns offering short reprieves from the blackness. I continue toward my destination, thinking about what lies ahead. As if on cue, a cool October breeze blows up my cape and sensually whips my naked flesh. I become anxious, and my pace quickens as I weave in and out the costumed posers littering the streets of New Orleans. I igno...