Forbidden
Secret affairs, taboo desires, the thrill of the forbidden
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Why Are You Looking at the Exit?
His thumb pressed into the nerve bundle at the base of my skull, and for a second, the world went white-out.
Stop Humming
The humidity in the Berkshires during August doesn’t just sit on you; it negotiates with your dignity until you’re both translucent.
Rough Silk
Her fingers on the glass were steady, but the way she looked at my mouth was a chord held just a second too long.
November 14th, 8:14 PM
His thumb hooked into the waistband of my silk trousers, dragging the fabric down just enough to expose the scar from my appendectomy.
A Smudge of Charcoal on a White Collar
He looked at her and felt the same bone-deep rattle you get when you’re too close to a controlled detonation.
Caleb’s Corkscrew
His thumb traced the line where my leggings met my waist, a deliberate, grounding pressure that made my breath hitch in my throat.
Mute
The bass was a bruise against my ribs and West was looking at me like I was the only drink in a dry county.
Lock the Front Door
His thumb was tracing the ridge of my hip bone like he was following a contour line on a map he'd memorized.