6 Stories by Machele Gryl
I realize now…your touch, sporadic, as it caressed me, moving me. The way you — how do I say this? — it was more artifice than...
Sienna, a color from earth; if it were a spice it would be as pungent as cinnamon. Sienna floats through her head as his...
He listened. To every word she spoke. Every secret that she told. Every morsel. The words were placed inside the spider’s web of knowledge,...
How do I define desire from eyes I cannot see? As they are locked in ecstasy. Built up frustration oozing from limbs wound tight...
He places the mask over her eyes, completely blocking the sun. The reality of a night sky. He proceeds to dress her in chains,...
As I read the erotic story… I squirmed. Wishing. Wishing. Wishing it was me in an elevator. Stuck between the third floor and bliss....
