Blizzards and Orgasms

Monica woke to nothing. “My fucking alarm,” she screeched and sat bolt upright. Sweat dripped down between her breasts that stress from dreams had brought on. “Oh, fuck, it’s Christmas Day.” No one and nothing answered her. The darkness reminded her of a hood over her face and muffs over her ears for sensory deprivation. She loved sensory deprivation. However, …

Look of Orgasm

“Okay, next caller.” Monica hit the button too hard, causing its plastic casing to pop off. Silence, on┬áthe other end, greeted the broken button. “No caller?” Her eyes shot across the table. Sarah, on the other side of the glass, shrugged and shook her head. “I guess we have no caller. Shows what they think of erotica!” An alert klaxon …