Gigi’s Gift


“Roses are red,” he whispered into her ear, flicking the diamond that dangled from her lobe. His hands were on the small of her back, urging her forward in small steps toward the bedroom. She felt along the corridor in darkness, the silk blindfold tied neatly behind her head.

Dial For Orgasm


His text messages lit up her phone all day, becoming increasingly more explicit and endlessly provocative. It kept her flushed and distracted through every business meeting, making working on her birthday infinitely more bearable. She secretly responded to his messages during her breaks, as a palpable level of anticipation settled over both of them.

‘Tonight, tonight…’  he continued to tease. ‘I’ll be there even though I can’t.’