Late Night Texts from the Corner Apartment
After a string of flirty messages with the hot lawyer down the hall, I end up helping her move furniture at midnight. One thing leads to another and we…
After a string of flirty messages with the hot lawyer down the hall, I end up helping her move furniture at midnight. One thing leads to another and we…
The first message popped up just after eleven. My phone vibrated against the coffee table while I was finishing a lukewarm beer on the couch.”You still…
She’d been bored for half an hour. Legs crossed on the chair. Garters flashed under purple satin dress. Dance floor
The hallway smells of cigar smoke and cheap perfume. Heavy velvet curtains hang limp, brass rods gleaming under lantern light.
Cold seeps through the mine gallery walls. Lantern flickers low. Night black outside. I grab the jar for red clay.
Eyes flutter open on the couch. Pitch black room. No clock. Heart thumps slow. Body still hums from earlier threesome
Dirt path crunches under my sandals. Sweat soaks my light yellow dress. No bra. No panties. Just this thin fabric
I lurk in the hallway shadows. Front door ajar. Heart pounds. Saw Sylvain from the street. His white loulou yaps
Dim light filters under the girls’ door. Hallway creaks softly under bare feet. Chantal whispers, ‘Quiet. My secret spot.’ She
The elevator dinged softly on the third floor. Parquet creaked under my sneakers as I padded down the dim hallway.