The Mile High Club – Red-Eye Surprise

I always take red-eye flights. They’re quiet, they’re calm, and more often than not, they’re less than half-full. The motion of the plane soaring through the friendly skies gave me time, space, and inspiration to write. I would craft stories about...

James

I call the demon in my dreams James. Once I became a woman, his visits became more frequent. I feel him when I touch myself late at night, his steely gaze appraising my technique from the corner of the room. He never says a word, but I know it’s his hands...