Exhibitionist erotic stories from adult women who like to be seen: windows left open, mirrors, an audience that agreed to watch. The thrill of being looked at, written in the first person.
Elias came home with me from a different bar, thirty-one, careful hands, a yes that did not wobble. My room in the shared flat had a table, a camera, and…
We waited until the building was down to security and a few dissertations. Caleb clipped the leash to the collar under my coat. I have a key to the side…
Different show, August, the emerald again because it is mine and it photographs well even when nobody has a camera. After the last number I stood in the side doorway…
