Object of Desire
This was also written as a tag-team effort, with a remarkable woman named Trixie: He: I stepped out from the elevator into the hotel lobby. I had no idea why I was even there, except that I knew that if I didn’t do it, I would regret it the rest of my life. It all started out so innocently. I had read a story on Lush which caught my eye. This led me to the bio page of a female writer, who had published a number of other stories as well. I found myself looking up from my...