Erotic

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the saloon, a relentless, primal rhythm mirroring the heat building beneath my skin. Dust motes danced in the flickering gaslight, painting…

The rain hammered against the windows of the secluded cabin, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. Outside, the wilderness of Montana stretched out, dark and brooding, but here,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, mimicking the frantic rhythm of my own heart. Below, the city lights blurred into a hazy glow, reflecting in the…