By M.P. Strayer Copyright ©2025 She rocks back rolling her hips and swinging her bare leg over my bare thighs and I feel the air of her bedroom suddenly cold on my damp crotch and then she’s grabbing my hand and pulling me up and out of her little bed urgently and not speaking and she guides me to her desk chair and pushes me down into the seat smiling now and then she pushes the chair on its wheels into a nook of mirrors three walls of gleaming closet doors all facing each o

By M.P. Strayer Copyright ©2025 beneath the spray of a broken sun beneath a sky the hue of distant hope beneath a sky like the doves of...

By M.P. Strayer Copyright ©2025 I heard the rain at play in the lavender under the window and you wept soft tears against my neck I heard...