Thank you all for the kind words.

We love as others don’t. We wouldn’t rid a rose of thorns. We crave that sharpened crimson glow. We yearn for life’s exquisite sting. We flow with power. Intimate. We keep safe with a single word. We cast our spell with just one stare, one clever threat or one caress, a thousand whispered promises, ...

Thanks, Nicky. Glad you enjoyed it.

The loft is crowded. It’s a good mix of people chatting boisterously over the dance beat pulsing through the floor. Some stand by poster-covered walls, others sit on colorful couches and armchairs. I lost track of you a while back. You’re out and about, making the rounds to catch up with old friends...