He’d rolled on his back while I lolled on my stomach, my hands outstretched above my head. I rubbed the wool under my fingers, my breath returning. Many years ago, a mountain woman wove this rug, inch-by-inch on a loom made of bone and wood. Descending from my own peak, I dug my hands into her la...
Blonde hair, bold cheekbones and sculpted arms. Facing three guns held by characters clearly intent on no good, he smiled. Bright white teeth shone with iridescent highlights. Behind him, the spotlight on the Wind Walker snapped off, leaving him lit by Alfredo’s light, like an actor on stage all ...
he murmured. For a moment, Anna thought he might be changing his mind about the punishment. Her offer. A vision of them rolling together in a fluffy white, soft bed flashed through her mind. The sound of his case opening cut through the scene. A narrow and solid object pressed the into skin betwe...
She wore a sharp blue dress with thin black striping. Pale cream colored heels and gold earrings topped off her outfit. “Sit, Clarice,” Mr. Morning ordered. Anna pulled at the mid-thigh hem of her pencil skirt, trying to better cover her legs. The soft couch cushions made it hard for her to keep ...