It was natural, the way they fit, fingers slipping between fingers, laced and held, between my hip and hers. I wondered at the space between us, how the curved indent of my waist must mirror the curved indent of her … Continue reading
Sally sits between them, her skirt an inch above her knee, her blouse buttoned to her chin, her hair neatly combed to either side of her parting. At first there is slight concern at how they might be seen; Paul … Continue reading
It wasn’t a new idea. It was one I’d seen pass across his eyes as he gazed at me, one he’d whispered in my ear in humid darkness, one he’d pencilled in his study. Of course, it was not to … Continue reading
His slender hand emerged from the shadows, long tapered fingers beckoning me in. The rest of Christian was entirely hidden behind the great oak door and as I slipped inside, feeling myself enveloped in the coolness of the house, it … Continue reading
