Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window. As she sewed, she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, “If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame.” One year l...

Sarah was getting ready to cook dinner when her phone announced a new message on social media. It was from someone she didn’t know. LunaVisions. Maybe spam? She tapped on the profile out of curiosity. The photo showed an older woman with soft gray hair and a gentle smile. She had hundreds of friends, yet barely any public posts. She seemed very private. Sarah decided to read the message. “This might sound wild, but last n...

Secret letters name the beast that conquers each abyss. Dragon of dusky iron, scales agleam, plunges the wet cave's fevered dream, petals splay wide, pearl throbs, drums hum, trumpets march strumming; gates quiver and succumb. Ivory spear commands, hidden ring unclasps, spirit breaks free in tight spasms, wasted seed floods the barren crypt's keep, the servant proudly rises and claims her throne. Crimson horse, up and dow...

Almost four months had passed since that first night with Adam. Not his real name, obviously, but her husband insisted on an alias, amused or wounded when she spoke of him as “Lover.” She’d chosen Adam, a secret nod to the fact that he was her first real lover. They met every two weeks, mostly, sometimes more often, weekends when the timing worked. His apartment or a hotel, one of the nicer ones. Most times she spent the...

It was snowing so calmly, so eerily, and the town looked so nice like that, covered in white. She had left for half an hour, and watching the snow fall in perfect silence made perfect sense to him now, alone in their big apartment. It took him straight back to childhood, standing with his face almost pressed to the cold glass, mesmerized by the slow, weightless descent of each flake. He couldn't wait for his mother to com...

I love, I love to be learned to surrender to the pain, mind melting in the perfect slap, in the grip, in every cane’s muffled cry. I love, I love to forget to choose, to yield it all to his mind, the verdict carved, my fate defined, heartbeat hammers, fierce and blind, I bite my lip as tears confide. I love, I love to be lost, it is my reward, a bet won by my soul. I love, I love to be found, it is his prize, his pride, a...

It was a little after midnight when he heard the key opening the door, and he got off the couch to greet her. “Oh… you’re still awake, honey?” she said with a radiant smile. He hurried to help her with the coat, as if to get near her, trying to catch any hints. But he could find nothing. Like always, he loved the waiting hours, imagining her in countless ways, but most of all he loved this moment, when she was back home....

Men are obsessed with “the first time.” Everyone knows that. They want to be the first to conquer your soul, your body, the ones who got your virginity like it’s some trophy they can polish and brag about to their friends. But let’s be real: we women are worse. We romanticize it even harder. First date, first kiss, first time he says “I love you.” And then, of course, the big one: the first time you let someone inside you...

Oh, my beloved King, in the bustling market of the ancient city, a humble young porter lingered among the crowds of merchants and buyers, his eyes weary from seeking work that never came. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the stalls, when a figure approached. The young woman was shrouded in layers of dark silk, veiled so completely that only the faintest outline of her form could be discerned beneath the fabri...

A small apartment in a big city. Oliver and Isabella had just finished dinner on their couch while watching a movie. As usual, they talked about their day. Isabella poured herself another glass of wine and started to recount the intriguing chat she’d had with Maya, a conversation that, like always, had ventured into intimate and daring territories. Oliver knew from the start that this meant trouble. Maya had a very bad in...

A nice restaurant with luxurious decor and a renowned chef hosts a couple. She wears an elegant, simple dress, the kind that costs a fortune. Next to her sits a man elegantly dressed, emanating a certain power, probably because of his fat wallet. The waiter glides away with their emptied plates and murmurs, “May I tempt you with dessert?” Lucas doesn’t glance at the menu the waiter offers or even at Vicky. He simply order...

This is my first story here. And it’s almost true, like most stories. Some things I had to change, but the essence is the same. My name is not important, and I’m a college professor, the guy who makes literature fun and attractive for students. I’m around 30, and I keep myself in decent shape with exercise and a good diet. I try to keep it professional with the students, I really do, but they make it quite difficult. Some...

I don’t love your husband, Lucy. I cheated because I love my husband. I truly do, and this makes it sound stupid, I know, but hear me out. Your husband, James, is in reality a weak man hungry for power and frustrated that he could never wield it without limits. He’s the type who’s cruel to those beneath him but sucks up to those above. His ego is a black hole, consuming everything, and I knew that I could exploit it. With...

Lucy was lying naked in her bed, next to a man who wasn't her husband but her lover, Pedro, the man who'd claimed her body and mind in just a few months. Since the first time she saw him, she had decided it was the moment to have an affair, and he was the best choice for it. She had never cheated before, even though she had had opportunities in the past, and doing it felt like being reborn, like pure, intoxicating freedom...

Mark's airplane was in a few hours. A trip to a conference and an opportunity to reconnect with Sarah, an old flame, now John's fiancée. Mark's new girl for three months now, came home to give him a ride. But not before riding him like she knew he liked. She shoved him onto the bed, straddling deep, nails gouging, grinding savage and making him cum in minutes, gasping her name. At the airport's bathroom, just to be sure,...