Not today, but one of these days, Felicité may realize that while Sila could be inspired by their past, her presence always got him going. The feel of her closeness, a fluttered lash, the slow resistance of her parched lips refusing to separate as freely as the rest; anything and everything about ...

The woman would never know what she did to that man, or perhaps she knew, and that was part of the fun. The seductive caress of her soft fingertips and breasts against any inch of his torso was enough to leave him longing to shed every layer he owned. He was dressed for some reason; they must have ...

What could Sila say that could not be mistaken for disinterest or a complete lack of care afforded to his Tatik’s efforts? It did not matter if they lived on the streets, convinced his uncles to dote on them like a pair of beggars, or if they had the finest home in town. The only thing that mattered ...