The Other Side of the Bed

Rough draft. Written as it came to me in that space between dreaming and wakefulness.   Jessie wasn't much for one night stands to begin with. Casual sex had never developed into a "thing" for her.  She instead would much prefer to develop a relationship, enjoy being courted, then if the stars aligned, she'd marry …

White Tile – A Fantasy (NC-17)

Steam rose thick, opaque from the vents along the rim of the small room.  There was music being piped into the room but the steam distorted it, making it sound far away, ethereal.  I was lying on the shelf, alone with my thoughts.  No one ever used this room this late.  That’s why I liked …