Erotica

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the bar, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. The place, “The Serpent’s Kiss,” was…

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