Erotica

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

The rain hammered against the windows of my office, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. It was late, past midnight, and the fluorescent lights hummed…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the quickening pulse in my veins. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct, glittering…