All Chapters of IN HER SKIN: AN EROTIC SHORT NOVEL : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Somehow Ehi had begun to hate her husband. Every single thing about him grated on her nerves: the way he smelled, the way he looked, the way he smiled like a fool whenever he drank beer. Even the word "babe" slipping out of his mouth made her stomach churn, and his incessant snoring at night was enough to make her want to smother him with a pillow. After five years of marriage, he had become a walking irritation, a lifeless shell that reminded her of someone plucked from The Walking Dead. There were times when he would go to work, and she could indulge in a petty revenge that brought her twisted satisfaction. She would take his toothbrush, dip it into the toilet, and scrub along every edge, inside and out. She would let it linger there before rinsing it just enough, her lips curling into a vengeful smirk. Later, she’d hand it to him with a saccharine, “Don’t forget to brush, hon,” and wait for his oblivious “Okay” to echo back. It was wrong, she knew it was, but he brought out the w

I’ve always known what I wanted. Always known what made my blood run hotter, what made my skin tingle, and what made my heart race. And when it came to men? Well, I was never one to play coy or pretend otherwise. I adored them, all shapes, all sizes. From dark, rich skin to golden tans, lean bodies, or strong, muscular frames. There was something about men that had always intrigued me. I'd always been open about how I saw and felt about men. Honest to a fault. But it wasn't just men. It was the dynamic, the energy, the tension. That feeling of connection, of being seen and desired for exactly who I was. That's exactly how I met Simon and Henry. We had crossed paths most unexpectedly, at a friend's party just off-campus one late summer night. I'd seen them before, around town, at the gym. They were the kind of pair that turned heads, without even trying. Simon was tall, broad-shouldered, with smooth, dark skin that practically glowed under the dim lights of the party. His calm, confi

Sammy just realized that she is a lesbian. Or maybe she has always known.All her life, she’d been with men. She had smiled through it. Played the part. But not once had it touched her. Not once had it felt real. She hadn't just disliked it. She had felt nothing.Then, like a crack of lightning through fog, the truth landed with impossible clarity. Her desire had never lived in those moments. It had always existed elsewhere. With women.But knowing that was one thing. Acting on it was another entirely.So she walked. Past the regular bars. Past the safe streets she knew. Until she found herself outside the notorious place on 27th and 6th. The one she’d only ever heard mentioned in low, curious tones. The kind of place people didn't admit to wanting.Inside, it was alive.The air pulsed with music. Laughter rolled through it, rough and warm and unafraid. Bodies moved on the dance floor, confident and loose, glowing under soft lights that turned everything gold. In the corners, women le

In the heart of Berlin, where the air was crisp and the nights were long, lived a woman named Michela. With her curly red hair, brown eyes, and a physique that blended curves and toned muscle, she was a striking figure who captured the attention of everyone she passed. At 28, she was a talented photographer with an eye for the unconventional, often drawn to places and people overlooked by others.In recent months, she had felt a compelling pull toward exploring another side of sex. She wanted to willingly relinquish control, to be guided and directed. This need stirred every time she heard friends speak of their sexual experiences. One afternoon, over coffee, Michela finally voiced this long-held curiosity to her friend. Smiling knowingly, her friend reached into her bag and produced a small card, placing it on the table between them.“Call this number,” she said, her tone both encouraging and conspiratorial. “They’ll give you a time and place. Come prepared.”Michela’s eyes fell to t