Delia Pt. 01

I sat on the couch, legs crossed in a proper fashion, my martini glass resting on my knee. What number was that? Three? Four? Hell I couldn’t remember. My gaze was set on him, six-four, broad shoulders, brown shaggy hair, a smile that melted you, blue eyes that captivated you… Read more“Delia Pt. 01”

Watching

He came home from work, earlier than normal. His wife, to his surprise was standing in the kitchen… Nude, except for her apron, going about her business cooking dinner. She did not realize he was home yet… She was wearing headphones, sing to the music that was playing in them… Read more“Watching”