I’ve kept this locked in my Private Locker for years. Almost two years married to Angeline, my sly ex-sister-in-law. She’s insatiable. Chasing her through the castle, dodging my father. Pure lust. But the real floodgates opened mid-summer 1707. Carriage ride to my friend Jean-Armand’s at Cinq-Bois. Bumpy roads. Her fan points to my bulge. I…
I’ve kept this locked in my private mental locker for years. Paris, 1914. War looming. Everyone knew it. France itching for revenge. Germany hungry for colonies. England cozying up to old foes. Balls everywhere. Nobles slumming it. Workers partying till dawn. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Tonight, I crack it open. Share the rush. My…
I unlock my private locker. Fingers shake. Screen glows in my dark bedroom. This secret claws inside me. Strasbourg garret, late summer 16th century. My hidden world. Mortars, pestles, flasks crowd the space. Alambic hums. Belladonna jar stares back, labeled bold. Sun pours through skylight, gold fire on my skin. Thin chemise clings, short, split…