Dear Diary, It was New Year’s Eve, and Lucy and I had descended upon a house party in Clifton like two predators on the prowl. We were dressed to kill, our silhouettes designed to command every room we entered. We checked our coats with the girl at the door and made our way inside, our heels clicking across the limestone floor. Lucy, a voluptuous brunette with deep, mahogany eyes, was a vision of shimmering excess in a se...

It was Saturday, Date Night, on Fort Lauderdale beach. Greg was taking me out to dinner and drinks at Beach Place at the north end of the strip. I was thankful it was a casual date, so we didn't have to dress up. Greg wore a shirt and khakis, and I wore a denim skirt and vest with a little top. I knew that catching a glimpse of my cheeks under the short skirt would get his attention, and the sight of my braless titties ji...

The morning at the villa arrived with a different quality of light—a silver, mist-shrouded dawn that clung to the Amalfi cliffs, blurring the line between the sky and the sea. Belle woke in Katarina’s quarters, the air cool and still, her body feeling lighter, as if the density of her old life had finally evaporated. "I can’t remember the last time I felt this light," Belle thought, watching the steady silhouette against...