Erotica

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the convent, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. The scent of incense, stale and clinging, mingled…

The rain hammered against the canvas of the tent, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the forest breathed with a primal energy, a humid,…