Erotica

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an impressionistic smear of color, reflecting…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city shimmered with neon reflections, a distant, cold beauty that couldn't…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the pounding in my chest. The scent of wet hay and something primal, something…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. The air hung thick with the…

The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian house, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the storm raged, but inside,…