Cuckoo calls. Eyes snap open. Body hums. Dream or real? Lysandra’s touches linger. Heat pulses. I refuse to wake fully. Want more. Tickle on cheek. Lips. Annoying. Butterfly? No. Plume teases. Eyes shut tight. Grimace. Hands twitch. Can’t move. Tied…
City lights fade behind me. I park on the edge of the wooded park, full moon slicing through branches like a blade. Thursday night. Pleine lune. He called. Said he’s the wolf now. My heart pounds. I’m Jennifer. Lawyer by…
Thorns rip my stockings. Branches claw my silk blouse. André ditched me an hour ago at the forest edge. ‘Walk straight, two hours to the inn,’ he smirked. Dressed for the club—tiny skirt, high heels, open top—I’m a fool in…
Fontfreide. Dead end dirt road. Old family house creaks alone. I came for peace. Soul shattered. Partner gone in weeks. Job axed. Night one AM. Grandfather clock downstairs ticks like a bomb. Half-hour gong booms. Hourly double strike. Insomnia claws.…
City lights flicker through my apartment windows. Heart of the urban beast. November chill bites outside. I turn the key. Door swings wide. Empty. No surprise party. Just a glowing laptop. Envelope on the keyboard. Magali and Sabrina’s note. Sweet,…
City prison dungeon. Christmas Eve. Damp stone walls suck the life out. I’m Blanche, jailed for a damn pear. Days of dry bread, thin soup. Geôlier Amédée slams the iron door. I curl on vermin-infested straw. Coughs rip my chest.…
The ancient cellar under our family home in the Jura village. Stone walls drip with moss. Air thick, cold. I descend alone. Kids play outside. Husband away. Father’s notes on my mind: Thorleif Bjornsson, Swedish raider. Emmured here centuries ago.…
City hums below my luminous duplex in northern France. Lille wakes. Trucks rumble. My heart races like a getaway car. No more masks. I’m forty. Web dev by day. Secret Heroine by pulse. Obsession burns: crossdressing. Months ago, I snapped.…
Hidden lounge atop the city. Shadows cling to velvet walls. Pulsing bass from below. I’m Lilas. Lawyer by day. Sharp suits, court battles. Night falls. Mask cracks. Brodsky hunches over his screen. Fingers dance. Lyrics pour out. Inspired by me.…
City lights pulse below the hills. My secret cabin hides in the valley shadows. Day job: fierce lawyer, crushing opponents in court. Night: I shed clothes. Water runs cold over my thick thighs, wide hips, heavy tits. Black hair with…