Wheelchair Voyeur: Red Confessions of Raw Hunger for the Neighbor
Wheelchair locked by the window. Leg in resin prison throbs. Mirror angled perfect. There she…
Wheelchair locked by the window. Leg in resin prison throbs. Mirror angled perfect. There she…
Heart pounding, I wake him with gifts. Dark pull-over hugs his skin. Naughty magazine teases…
Gravel crunches under my high heels. Full moon lights the parking lot of 'Aux Bonnes…
Sun filters through shutters in my La Farlède bedroom. South France heat already thick. Half-asleep,…
Pigalle's neon buzz hits my skin like electric sweat. Bustier squeezes my new 105E monsters,…
The apartment reeked of summer's sticky heat, air thick, suffocating. Sweat beaded on my skin,…
Eyes flutter open. Dim light filters through heavy curtains. Safe house bedroom. Air thick with…
The moon hung low over the small clearing, silver light slicing through thick pines. I'd…
Her mules dangle from one hand, feet bare on the hot Paris pavement. We rush…
My apartment pulses with tension. Nicolas stands frozen, eyes wide. His shirt clings, but under…