Earth Stories

Through the window of their fourth-floor character suite, the sliver of a new moon hung suspended in the sky while its silver sister danced on the undulating surface of Nanaimo Harbour. “Head down, ass up,” he commanded her. She complied without hesitation, her copper hair blowing about as she buried her blushing face into the bedclothes. He dragged a finger along the seat of her underwear, lightly pressing the satin fabr...