Category: Erotic

For some, the opening of the velvet lined box they are kept in elicits fear, for others, pride or excitement. Will it be the polishing cloth or will they be set out for service? Who will handle them? Whose hands …

My favorite coffee shop is always uncomfortably warm. In the summer they push open the old transom windows under the ceiling and slide open the massive front doors to the patio in an attempt to exchange the steam and heat …

“Yes … uh huh. That’s right, eight o’clock. Oh, I’m so glad! How fun! I’ll meet you in the lobby. Alright … yes. Bye now.” Alexa tossed her phone on the bed and smiled to herself. She’d been looking forward …

This is a work of fiction. Please observe the following Content Warnings: breakups, relationship obsession, self harm. It started as a joke, a cute thing that he did to make her smile. They’d had a disconnected week, missed calls and …

Hanoi, Vietnam, 1969. Jack had often thought about that first night, the last night that he could claim any innocence about the world. He had been 18, away from home for the first time and like his peers, had cried …

He turns his back to me, a smooth lake of milk, quivering in the moon light. The curtains move in the warm breeze and cast shadows across him, inky blue and fleeting. In my hand I hold an instrument of …

The honey bee knows the sweetest nectar is from the ripest figs fulsome and sticky bleeding milk from their stems their dusky skins nearly splitting in the summer heat. The ripest figs lure the most bees The riper the fig, …