His Voice

I have no experience or knowledge at all of erotic hypnotism, but I do have a vivid imagination… Sascha was like a child all afternoon, almost running from one cage to the other to see the exotic animals in the zoo. Ryan followed her around with a smile. He loved seeing her this excited; seeing ... continue reading

The Power of the Ocean

“It’s my last full day here.” There was no one around to hear her words. Mia looked out over the rolling waves. It was a soothing thing to do, to watch the waves breaking on the beach, the water flowing towards her and then back again. She liked the way the water of the new ... continue reading

The Sculpture

“Oh, sorry. I’m so sorry.” Marcy apologized profusely for stopping so abruptly that the man behind her bumped right into her. He swore, gave her a dirty look and mumbling under his breath, walked away. The swearing man was far from Marcy’s mind when she looked back at the shop window. A blush formed on ... continue reading

Masked Woman

They thought she didn’t notice. She did. People staring at her. Whispering. Talking about her. Wondering why she was sitting there every day. A woman, her hair unkempt, her colorful clothes torn in some places, dirty in others. She wore boots two sizes too big, but it’s her socks that caught more attention – one ... continue reading

Love is Love

Seth slammed his fist on the stump and winced at the self-inflicted pain. He hated his mutilated body, hated the wheelchair he was confined to and hated being locked up in his house. Every day he sat on the balcony and looked out over the beach below and the blue ocean beyond. Sometimes the longing was a ... continue reading

Lip Service

“What the fu..?!” His arrogant manner and patronizing smile fueled Layna’s fury. She could hardly remember the times when she was in love with this man. Despite his handsome looks, he repulsed her. The only reason she was in this nineteenth century lift with him was to sign the divorce papers. Despite her fury, she ... continue reading

Typing Errors

Her beautifully manicured nails clicked on the keys of the old typewriter. Next to the typewriter lay a handwritten page, handwritten by him and now typed by her, his secretary. At the top of the pages it said: use typewriter. When she had taken the piece of paper from her boss only minutes ago, he had ... continue reading