Erotica

Ladies’ Rub Club and the Sex Workers’ Pop-Up at the End of the World

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I often looked back on that night in the months that followed, and cried with gratitude at the romance and [what now seems like reckless] abandon with which we took to the night.  A gaggle of beauties in faux-fur coats, cackling.  Sharing spliffs and flasks, kissing one another on the cheek and taking up the whole sidewalk on our way to the show. 

The Priestess of 3rd Avenue

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When she received clients, she felt connected to the vast lineages of temple priestesses, light workers and sacred prostitutes who had come before her. The powerful women who assumed the daunting task of healing traumatized men through the only language they understood- sexual release.

Sapphic Awakening on the Banks of the Seine

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She turned her attention to me one last time, pushing me hard against the old stones to look deeply into my eyes.  Her pale green irises seemed especially bright against the wet, black lashes.
“Merci,” she said, her features softening.  And then she released me.