Balcony Betrayal: Watching Boss Pound Colleague’s Ass in the Dark
Eyes flutter open on the couch. Pitch black room. No clock. Heart thumps slow. Body still hums from earlier threesome […]
Eyes flutter open on the couch. Pitch black room. No clock. Heart thumps slow. Body still hums from earlier threesome […]
Fifteen years back. Old apartment block. Quiet neighborhood. Everyone beds down early. Weekdays away on business. Weekends for fucking Katia,
Dark hallway swallows me whole. Floorboards creak under my sneakers, soft but sharp in the Sunday night hush. Outside, rain
The presbytery hallway creaks under my feet. Neighbors’ houses dark, all asleep in the village. I wipe windows fast. Car
Darkness swallows the living room. Couch leather sticks to my skin. Eyes flutter open. Where are they? Michel. Muriel. Gone.
I slipped into the backyard. Feet squelching in wet grass. Sun dipping low. Heart hammered from the walk. Rosine’s naked
Sun dips behind the roofs. Balcony photos fade. I fetch water glasses. Piano concerto swells. O. sits cross-legged on the
Music pulses from the disco below. Sweat clings to my skin. Hugo grabs my hand. Whispers, ‘Come see.’ Elevator hums