He could still taste her on his lips when he realized that every clock in the shop had stopped. 20:59. Pendulums hung mid-swing, and second hands stood poised like knives. Elias’s breath came in ragged bursts. His shirt was half-untucked, and his knuckles clutched the counter until they turned white. He felt oddly separate from his own body, as if the wanting hadn’t been his idea at all. Marisol slipped the antique watch...

While Prince Charming and I are out for drinks, I find myself getting more and more promiscuous. The conversation during our dinner date had been good and I’m enjoying the looks he’s giving me now. Clearly, he’s checking out the curves showing through my little black dress. Sizing me up and imagining lots of things in his head, I’m sure. When he leads me into the bathrooms three drinks later, I can’t help but get excited....

I tipper tapper to your room after having spent a night in mine. The door softly creaks as I push it open. You wake up and smile to yourself, keeping your eyes closed. I lift the sheets and crawl up next to you. Push my face to you. Giving you gentle strokes with my nose, my cheeks, and my forehead, to wake you up. Like I’m your little kitten, asking for attention. You stroke my hair, the back of my head. My butt is up in...