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Sorbet

Sticky fingers Sweeter than his smile Dripping cream Licking her lips Sliding tongue Her favorite dessert The rattle of the canister as she shook the bottle sent a perverse thrill through her. “Are you going to let me up?” She glanced over her shoulder at him and let the smile she’d been suppressing burst forward. …

Potage

“Wider.” His hands pressed until her thighs shook with the strain. “Comfortable?” Her eyes jerked to his, knowing fire shot from their depths but unable to hide her irritation. He took acute satisfaction in her vexation as well as her pleasure, but this she refused to indulge him on. “Quite,” she bit out, arching her …

Stuck Up

“Bitch.” The word launched from him like a bullet from a gun. If it could slice through the air and pick her off, he’d feel an ounce of relief from his pain. He sucked in a breath barely staunching the flow of words threatening to spill forth. His mind seethed with rage as he watched …

Symmetry

My birth was a disaster in so many ways. The doctor, in a rush to free me from the restricting force of my mother’s uterus, damaged nerves pulling me out. My limbs are useless on my left side, but I’ve learned to get around and have adapted ways to care for myself. It’s not the …

Pose

What does it mean for you to obey me? His question bounced around in her mind as she struggled to quell the tremble of her limbs. She’d assumed her practiced pose the moment she’d walked into the room, trying to ignore both her discomfort and irritation at waiting there for him. The ache in her …

Seat 19A

A different angle while I sort out Missy. His face wavered before her eyes, his expression morphing as the tears swam in her vision. She felt frozen, hovering above a yawning black chasm that was moments from swallowing her whole. The coo of her child seemed distant in her ears. She found she squeezed Kyle …

Woven Deep

She was beautiful to him without even trying. Her imperfect parts they called to him With vulnerable eyes and sweet scent She was his in the most basic ways And he craved her, felt her in his blood Her essence woven intricately with his own Until he felt bound to her Until each breath became …