I was enjoying my walk in the park when a vibrant red scarf tore past me in the breeze. I caught it in mid-air, just as a strikingly handsome man halted in front of me, breathless. He was relieved I stopped the runaway scarf. "It's a gift for my mother... thank you for saving it," he rasped, his eyes looking into mine, deep and disarming. A casual chat by the lake quickly developed into something far more magnetic. We sha...

Master called me the next day. Just his voice sent tremors through my body. He was calling to arrange a dinner for Friday evening. "Dress elegantly," he requested, his tone smooth and commanding. After taking my address, he gave me a precise pickup time and hung up, leaving my heart pounding in my chest. I spent Wednesday afternoon dreading a trip to the boutiques, my wardrobe severely lacking the required attire. When I...

The body keeps a feverish count of days, and old, heavy skin it longs to shed. It cries for touch in quiet, desperate ways, to fill the hollowed spaces in the bed. We call it romance, call it a sizzling fire, but sex is just the language of love. It's a burning flame of desire. A furious scratching, and a deep need to touch a body, a craving of the soul, that can leave grief behind. There is a loneliness that walks throug...

I am invited to a party by a work colleague. I know nobody, so I was feeling uncomfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tall gentleman with a gorgeous woman by his side. He seems disinterested in the woman as they walked around. Our eyes meet. It makes me shudder. My thoughts begin to wander as our eyes linger. I wonder if he might be interested in me. The couple moves to another room. The party no longer holds m...