Release
When fingers replace lovers and pleasure becomes rebellion
The afternoon sunlight filtered through half-closed blinds, casting striped shadows across my unmade bed. It was Tuesday, 3:27 PM. I'd called work this morning telling them I was sick, but the truth was much simpler: I needed this time alone. The apartment was silent except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional creak of the old building settling. I stripped off my clothes, tossing them onto the floor beside th...
