Forbidden
Secret affairs, taboo desires, the thrill of the forbidden
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The Massage Suite
I told myself I was assessing the range of motion in your glenohumeral joint, but I was actually memorizing the heat of your skin.
I Should Have Ignored Her First Message
The silk of her dress was thinner than I expected, barely a barrier between my calloused palm and the heat of her hip.
I Probably Should Have Just Stayed in Savasana
I can feel the phantom weight of your hand on my hip while I’m standing at the podium, a ghost-press that ruins my posture.
Do You Still Taste Like the Salt in Marseille?
The yacht hummed beneath our feet like a living thing, a white fiberglass cage that felt smaller with every mile we put between us and the coast.
I Definitely Could Have Handled This Better
The condensation on her glass was the only thing cooler than the look she gave me over the rim of that Zinfandel.
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.
I Really Thought I Could Play Through This
The way she moved under me had the same heavy, inevitable drag as a B3 organ through a Leslie speaker.