Her Stool, My Pleasure

Her Stool, My Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an impressionistic smear, swallowed…
First Day Submission

First Day Submission

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city sprawled, a glittering tapestry…