“Breathe,”  I commanded, my voice low and unhurried as I reclined against the cold marble, its chill seeping deliciously into my spine....

By Master Liz I have always loved the unexpected. Not the chaotic kind—no, no. I mean the precise, delicious sort of serendipity that...

Finally, a story worth writing. Worth living. Worth retelling. It had been some time—too long, perhaps—but the wait had only sharpened my...

“Who wrote this letter?” I placed the note down in front of him, the creamy paper folding just slightly as it touched the polished...

The host was exceptionally accommodating, sweeping away our shopping bags with discreet efficiency and leading us to a spacious corner...

"You may win through might, but I prevail through mastery--the kind that leaves you wondering if it was ever truly your idea to begin...

The Palm Court calls to mind my beloved London—not its decor, which leans too far into the theatrical, but the tea. That delicate ritual...

Let’s start with the fact that I do not like Argentinians—think of that what you’d like. They started it. I like my people’s...

Paris—city of filth, rudeness, and bizarre pleasures. I won’t romanticize it, but I will admit that despite its many sins, I adore it....

His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, daring. A silent challenge flickered in his eyes, but he had no idea that the only reason I held...

Helena stepped into my boudoir, hesitant yet eager, her breath shallow with anticipation. I didn’t turn to greet her immediately....

My husband had yet another business trip to Europe. Endless meetings drained him before he even stepped foot back into our hotel room....

I have always admired the beauty of destruction. There’s something intoxicating about watching things crash and burn, about stripping...

“How is it,” He asked, as I trailed my fingers over the silk scarf’s smooth surface, “that you once wore eighteen piercings as a badge of...

Am I a soft Dom? The question lingered, curling seductively through my mind. I can be intense, certainly, but not the kind of intensity...

Sitting at the coffee shop, watching my crimson nails gleam as I tapped them lightly against my teacup, I reflected on my now fifth date...

I’d been to Per Se  before, and let me tell you—it wasn’t all that. A three-star Michelin experience sullied by a single rogue hair,...

When I was a teenager—exactly how old is a secret I'll keep for now—my family embarked on a trip to visit relatives nestled deep in the...

How had I ended up here? The thought flickered briefly before the whip cracked again, the sharp sound slicing through the tension like a...

I’d been hunting for a new story—a thrill that would ignite my creativity and demand to be written. Invitations came and went, each...