You glide your hands on my back, as if trying to remember every flaw— each curve a confession, each breath is an act of devotion. You slide them down to my hips, tracing my love handles that only a very few men saw. Your fingers pause— lingering on this earth-incensed skin that has learned to forget how to be seen. I am standing still, blindfolded, wrists bound, leaning against the cool wall, anchored by trust, lifted by...

The city had changed in the few weeks since Frederick last saw her. Warmer now, alive again, yet he moved through it as though under water. Work had piled up, meetings blurred together, and every night he still found himself glancing at the doorway of whatever restaurant or hotel lobby he was in, half-expecting her to appear. He told himself it was over. That what happened between them was a fever—something that burned ho...

Through the center of Munich the water of the Isar river flows clear and cool between sandbars and rocks and if you stand on one of the bridges above it, you can look down and see fish in the clear water swimming in place as the ducks float above them. I was twenty-two and the year was 1990. I had followed a girl to Munich and was taking German lessons at the Goethe Institute; for work I taught English at Berlitz. Spring...

John stepped into the kitchen, the soft glow from the overhead light contrasting with the flickering warmth of the fire in the other room. He gathered the cards Cathy had requested, his mind swirling with thoughts that tumbled over each other. Joanne’s taunting line about throwing in more than a towel echoed in his ears, accompanied by Val’s playful declaration about sharing the spotlight. He couldn’t help but smile at th...

Cathy rose smoothly from her seat, her heels clicking softly against the floor, and gave the other two women a mischievous smile. “Come with me, ladies.” She glanced back as Joanne and Val followed, each a striking contrast in their shimmering evening gowns that flowed like liquid. Cathy’s dress hugged her sculpted frame in deep, sultry blue, its slit teasing her toned legs with every step. Joanne, elegant and statuesque,...

John’s eyes opened to the soft blue glow of his alarm clock: 4:03 a.m. He sighed, already sensing sleep was done for the night. His thoughts buzzed with too much energy to ignore—the evening ahead with Cathy was all he could think about. No matter how many times he turned over, trying to calm his mind, it kept drifting back to the thrill of seeing her again, the spark in their conversation, and the mystery of her plan. Fi...

John parked outside the rec center, gripping the steering wheel a moment longer than usual. His mind kept drifting back to that night with Cathy—the laughter, the teasing, and the unexpected turn their backgammon game had taken. Since then, the memory kept looping through his thoughts, slipping into idle moments and tugging him back to that warmth and connection. He’d thrown out “strip backgammon” half as a joke—an icebre...

If you're just joining Dice and Desire, start with Chapter 1—this story’s best played from the beginning. This chapter takes a breath, but the stakes are still rising. No explicit scenes here—just Cathy, wrestling with the fallout of a flirtatious bet, and the growing tension between what she wants… and what she’s afraid to risk. Sometimes, the most dangerous game is the one you play in your head. ***** As Cathy headed of...