Adventure
Outdoor passion, travel encounters, spontaneous locations
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Julian's Compass
I watched the sweat track a path between your breasts like a river cutting through a valley I hadn't yet mapped.
October 14th, 10:14 PM
I wasn't looking for the safe, not yet; I was looking for the specific way he held his champagne flute, like he was weighing a weapon.
Seriously, Who Does This?
His hand was already moving under the hem of my borrowed robe, finding the wet heat of me with a terrifying, practiced accuracy.
Plastic Marble
The humidity in the ballroom was a physical weight, pressing the scent of expensive gin and industrial floor wax into the back of his throat.
Can You Honestly Say You Expected the Fire Alarm?
You looked like a man who had just lost a multi-million dollar account, or perhaps found something much more interesting in the stairwell.