Chapter 5: An Unexpected Dance After the blizzard passes and the sky clears, the couple sees the magical lights dance right above their cave and the Ontario pine trees. Vivid green, purple and blue curtains hang above, folding and unfolding, moving in rhythmic waves, an invitation for them to pause in awe as they embrace. “Some legends say they are foxes chasing each other in the sky, and their tails leave a flashing trac...

"Did you see the look in their eyes?" Phil asked as he cleared my neck of my long, wavy hair, planting kisses that made me tingle. His fingers caressed my arms and my breasts over my sheer cocktail dress. "I still can't believe it," I said, moaning into his ears. He unclasped my bra as the limo glided through the streets of Berlin. "You are the rising erotica writer of the year. Five hundred thousand sold after the releas...

I pressed the alarm button off. It's 5:30 in the afternoon, and my day has just started. On my side of the planet, everyone's already ending their workday and going home, but I am just stretching, doing my breathing exercises, and dragging myself out of bed. It is another scary day. Frustrated with how AI is dominating my career, I have been at a crossroads. I've been asking myself: Do I get to continue teaching online an...

She busied her fingers unbuckling his pants, but then his phone abruptly rang. The phone call from his boss took longer than he wanted. So she walked down to the grey couch and started getting naked. He watched her bite her lower lip while listening on the phone. Her mischievous smile gave away her desires. On the third minute of the call, her black heels, her black stockings, and her black lacy lingerie were tossed on th...

“Undress.” To him, it is an invitation to see her world. But to her, it was disbelief that she could ever be called ‘beautiful’. She has loathed her freckles and love handles, hated how pale her skin had turned from curling up in bed, even during the day. “I will take care of you,” he repeated. In his eyes was a quiet yearning to hear her say, “I trust you.” And though she has not peeled anything off her skin yet, in his...

Amid the clash of axes, maces, and clubs, two forces tore at the earth: those born of it, and those who came to claim it. As iron meets bones, a voice rises above the ruin, and a loud, enchanting aria is sung on the battlefield. Suddenly, the wounds of the weakened soldiers on foot are healed as the song fades. The same warriors are back on their feet, defending all fronts of the land that belongs to the Ki-Arattu tribe,...

Chapter 4: Up and Down the Slope The big rustic studio room in Ottawa is filled with the smell of butter, pancakes, soft scrambled eggs with milk, bacon and brewed coffee. Steve hums a tune as he makes two plates. As he sets the table, he calls for his girlfriend, Rose, to wake up and join him for breakfast. She barely moves and remains curled in bed. Steve approaches the bed as Rose opens her eyes. She forces a smile. He...

Chapter 3: A Midnight Vow "You don’t want to know what I am thinking.” “I told you I want to know…Where are those kisses landing? Tell me!” “If I tell you, I would steal your time from Sam.” “He is playing by himself. I am just here, seated, looking after him, waiting for your messages.” “I want to sit on your lap, TBH.” “Oh, you have to earn that spot, you know that.” “Sounds like a punishment.” “Don’t test me.” “Mmmm. I...

Chapter 2: Hunger Their first snowfall together has been magical. To Rose, seeing Steve silently cry with joy in front of her is a fire piercing through this cold night. It is her first winter, and she has no words to describe the thrill of seeing its beauty with the man who has shared almost everything with her – except a ring on her finger. “I don’t want to marry,” she always tells herself. But how come she feels like s...

He has earned his living through the wonders of his hands. After a gruesome business trip, she could definitely use those wonders. Only for her, it is free. Lying on her tummy with only her pink panties on, she anticipated those fingers that once touched her. He poured some oil on her skin; his hands glided on her back, kneading the stiff parts down to her hips. Her body twitched as his hands groped her ass and slid down...

Chapter 1: White Christmas When she still believed in fairy tales decades ago, she dreamt of a White Christmas wrapped in the arms of her beloved. She would slowly let the chills run through her spine as she watched the snowflakes fall outside while they cuddled and made love. So tonight, even if it was already a few days after Christmas, she considers this her official Christmas Eve with her beloved. She has patiently wa...

Christmas in Manila. I was in a loose silk gown, wearing only my purple lacy panties underneath. I was relaxing on the sofa, holding my first coffee. Rich passed me a large, flat red box, decorated with a Christmas scene. On the front were doors, each numbered, from 1 to 24. “Merry Christmas, Lina!” he chimed. “Oh, another gift? What’s this?” I asked. “An Advent Calendar,” he replied. You’re supposed to open the first one...

Take out the desperate letters that you never sent to anyone but yourself. Read every syllable that connects a sigh or two as you picture your beloved’s face. Those lines that appear on his forehead when he’s quizzical. And the light creases drawn on both sides of his temples cascading to his cheeks when you crack your silly jokes again. Remember the best laughter that you shared together. Read the desperate notes smiling...

Lying in bed, he hears her moan as she serves him breakfast like no other. Her velvet folds are soft as fluffy pancakes, smothered all over his face in perfect rhythm -- right from his chin up to his mouth, nose, and forehead. He can't believe that the fire that he stoked in his married professor will lead to this. She gyrates on him some more until he flicks and drives his tongue faster. He pushes his face into her whole...

Among all the fans who wait for him at the book launch, this author particularly remembers only one. Everyone tells him, "I knew you were hot!" but the nerdy-looking one says, "I wonder how your scars shaped your characters." So he must have her tonight. In his hotel room, he asks, "What do you want from me?" Trembling, she holds his gaze and unbuttons his shirt. "I've dreamed of doing this for so long." She drinks his bo...