The familiar hum of the bike tires was a soundtrack to his anticipation. Jake, at nineteen, felt the old, familiar thrill coiling in his stomach as he pedaled away from his suburban street. To anyone watching, he was just a guy in shorts and a t-shirt, heading out for a summer ride. But his backpack, strapped securely to his shoulders, held his secret self. Inside were carefully folded possibilities: a skimpy bikini, a pair of stockings, a sleek, black dress that felt like liquid against the skin. This was his ritual, his escape. The small forest at the edge of town had become his newest cath… Pročitajte više

The late afternoon sun was bleeding orange through the windows as Jake finished his run, the rhythm of his feet on the pavement still echoing in his muscles. He let himself in the back door, the cool, quiet house a relief after the humid summer air. He dropped his keys on the counter, his breath slowly returning to normal as he went through a series of post-run stretches in the living room, feeling the pleasant burn in his hamstrings and quads. Sweat cooled on his skin, and the promise of a hot shower was all he could think about. He padded down the hallway to the bathroom, but a soft, muffle… Pročitajte više

The summer sun was a heavy, warm blanket over the house, promising a long, lazy day of solitude. For Jake, 19 and home from his first year of college, it promised something else entirely. The silence was his canvas, and today, he intended to paint a masterpiece. He woke with a single, thrilling thought: he was alone. His parents were at work, and his older sister, Julia, wouldn't be back from her internship for hours. A familiar, electric anticipation buzzed under his skin. He padded across the hall, the cool wood floor familiar under his bare feet, and pushed open the door to Julia’s room.… Pročitajte više