Red Confession: Feverish Surrender at Catherine’s
Early June heat clings to Catherine's studio. Paul siffles Beethoven, his cologne chokes me. We…
Early June heat clings to Catherine's studio. Paul siffles Beethoven, his cologne chokes me. We…
The door slammed. Cold air hit my skin. I woke naked in their bed. Sabine…
I'm on the floor of my vast Roman loft. No walls. Just space. Ottoman lamp…
Sunlight creeps into the bedroom, golden rays caressing the rumpled sheets. Valérie stirs, a soft…
Hidden in her dim apartment, walls closing in like a secret vault. She sheds the…
Saturday morning. University library. Deserted stacks. I'm lost in Chekhov. Heart steady. Mind sharp. Then…
Choking on water and laughter, we claw out of the soaked robe. Barely a meter…
The Atlantic crashes nearby. Sun scorches my skin. I doze on the towel. Martine emerges…
Sipping tea at my kitchen table on rue Beaubien, heart pounding. I've gone mad. Agreed…
The auberge's dining room glows in fireplace flicker. Shadows dance on worn wood. I sink…