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Behind the Lens, a Private Review
The dare tasted like cheap vodka and bad decisions. It was Sarah’s idea, of course.
From Hiding to Thriving on Their Watching
The first time I hit ‘Go Live,’ my palms were so slick with sweat I nearly dropped my phone. I’d set it up on the cheap tripod I’d bought from a discount electronics site, angled to show the neutr...
Sunburned by a Stranger's Stare
The Mediterranean sun felt different on my bare breasts—hotter, somehow, like each ray was discovering skin that had never known daylight. I pressed my shoulder blades into the rented lounger and ...
Midnight on the Highway's Edge
The first time, it’s an accident.
Under the Gaze of a Stranger
The first chill of the air on my bare skin always feels like a confession. It’s a soft, shameful gasp, a moment where the ordinary person I was in the hallway—in my jeans and oversized sweater, cl...
Eyes of the Night Hold Their Secret
The first night we arrived at the Azure Cove, we were too exhausted to notice the view. The flight had been delayed, the rental car was a nightmare, and by the time we checked into our ground-floo...
The Remote at the Crowded Table
The package sat on my kitchen counter for three hours. A plain brown box, no bigger than a shoebox, with only my name and address printed in stark black ink.
Her Secret Gaze at Midnight
The air in the 24/7 Fitness Oasis was its own kind of entity. At two in the morning, it was a cool, sterile breath tinged with the ghosts of daytime sweat and industrial cleaner.
The Symphony of Thin Walls
The first time I realized, I was mortified.
The Unseen Eyes on the Trail
The late-October sun slanted gold through the aspens when Marisol tightened her bootlaces at the trailhead. She and Eli had been coming to this overlook for three years, always on a weekday, alway...
The Hand I Knew by Touch
An erotic tale of passion and desire.
A Perfect View for One
The first thing I noticed about the new apartment was the light—floor-to-ceiling windows that made the whole place feel like it floated above the city. The second thing I noticed was him.
Behind the Glass, Above the City
The elevator climbed too slowly, or maybe my pulse was just racing too fast. I'd been in this same Chicago high-rise dozens of times for conferences, but tonight felt different—charged, like the a...
Behind the One-Way Mirror
The first thing I noticed was the temperature difference. Behind the one-way glass, the air was kept five degrees cooler, as if the room itself wanted to keep its observers alert, sharp-eyed, read...
The Thrill of Our Anonymous Gallery
The first time I photographed her, it was just supposed to be a joke. She was lying across my bed, shirt half-buttoned, laughing at something I'd said—some dumb comment about how she looked like a...