Our Sex
I never thought sharing a bed would feel like walking a tightrope. Every breath, every shift in the sheets—it’s all charged now. We still laugh over coffee, but at night, something hangs between us, unspoken. Is it distance growing… or desire finally breaking through? This isn’t just about sex. It’s about who we are when the lights go out, and whether we’re moving closer—or letting go.My hand hovers over your hip, then pulls back. Again. Like I’m afraid touching you will break something—or worse, that it won’t.
We’re lying here, side by side, not touching, not talking, just listening to the AC kick on. Another night, another silent agreement to fall asleep first. But I don’t want to sleep. I want… I don’t even know what I want.
Then my phone buzzes. A message from Jamie: Still think about that night in the rain.
Your arm shifts slightly, like you might turn over. My thumb hovers above reply.
Do I answer? Do I tell you? Or do I let this moment pass like all the others?
King Patrick
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LITTLE BIG HALLOWEEN AGAIN
I didn’t want the candy. Not when the others grabbed theirs like starving crows, not when the old woman’s yellow eyes locked onto mine, whispering something under her breath. I was just Alice—small, quiet, orphaned—but my mother’s necklace grew warm against my chest, humming like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. The others didn’t have that. They laughed as they ate it. And now… now they’re gone. All of them. Trapped in her oven. And she’s still looking for me.
Forbidden Desires
I can’t deny it anymore—I need them. Not one, not two, but all five of them together. The heat between us is unbearable, electric, like fire running through my veins. Each touch sends me higher, each kiss erases another piece of control. I know it’s reckless. I know what people would say. But when they surround me, their hands on my skin, their voices calling my name, there’s no world beyond that moment. And now… one of them wants more than pleasure. One of them wants forever.
CURSED VAMPIRE
I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.
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