Erotica

Bathing Beauty

It snowed yesterday, lover, for the first time this year. Walking home through the flurries, I contemplated the warmth of a bath and its timeless efficiency at chasing away a chilly day. The crossing approaching, I looked up and met the eyes of a man. He was...

Gender F*ck

She, he, he, she, they, them, you. It doesn’t matter to me now, nor did it matter to me that night. You were undoubtedly a genderfuck. Generous breasts taped down, elaborate makeup solidifying a six-pack on your gentle stomach, down to the illusion of male...

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