Voyeur

The moon hung low over the empty stretch of coastline, silver light mixing with the warm orange glow of the crackling bonfire. She had come alone—supposedly to clear her head, to feel the salt wind against her skin. But the moment she saw the tall figure in the black suit standing silently on the…

Midnight Window in St. Petersburg – Erotic Short Story The frost clung to the cobblestones of Nevsky Prospekt’s quieter arteries, turning every breath into silver smoke. Alexei pulled the collar of his long wool coat higher, the same cream-colored coat that now carried the faint scent of pine tar and other people’s cigarettes. He…