Red Confessions: Ravished in the Garden of Bethel
The Garden of Bethel. Hidden on a hillside, white village whispers below. I slump under…
The Garden of Bethel. Hidden on a hillside, white village whispers below. I slump under…
Her eyes. Revolver sharp. Killing gaze locks me. I'm Julie. Blonde curves. Full breasts strain…
Thibault's kitchen reeks of pepperoni and pineapple, stale beer, male sweat from the site. Heart…
Heart hammers as we bolt into the motel room. Alexandra's cheeks burn crimson from the…
The villa clings to the rocks above Trou du Diable. Wind howls through cracked shutters.…
Boredom gnaws at me. Unemployed six months. Gray sky outside. Phone rings. Léa. My wife's…
Bangkok apartment. Humid night air clings like sweat. Door opens. Li-Tao stands there. Tiny. One…
Dark bedroom cloaks me. Middle of night. Oppressed. Sweating. A moan rips sleep away. Eyes…
The kitchen air thickens with coffee steam. Josette gurgles softly in her playpen. My new…
Rain lashes the windows. Home at last. Bruises bloom on her face—my body now. I…