Masked erotic stories about anonymity and disguise: masquerades, hidden faces, and strangers who stay strangers. Adult women write about what a mask lets them do.
Another party, another list, none of them from the last one and none of them from work. I sat on the paint-stained floor before they arrived, auburn hair down, black…
I swept the loft before anyone arrived, which is a habit from the shop and also how I know the room is mine. Half-built flats, paint, a bed behind the…
The load-out was done. I am twenty-three. I stood in the gallery storage room in a black button shirt and black pants, bleached crop, dark roots showing, frames wrapped and…
