Auden lived in a world of softness. As a curator of textiles for a university museum, his days were a whisper of silk samplers, a sigh of merino shawls, the delicate ghosts of lace held together by will and archival glue. His apartment was a temple to tactility: cashmere throws, velvet drapes, li...
Read MoreJulian Asher lived in a world of textures. As a master restorer of antique tapestries, his days were spent with his face inches from the warp and weft of history, his fingers deciphering the stories not just in the dyes, but in the very fibre of the threads. Wool was a sturdy, honest narrator. Li...
Read MoreElias Thorne lived in a world of minutiae. As a senior archivist for the Covington Auction House, his life was a silent ballet of white gloves, acid-free tissue, and meticulous provenance reports. He could date a porcelain snuffbox by the slightest glaze variation, authenticate a disputed signatu...
Read MoreJames had always been curious about anal play, but he’d never brought it up with his partner, Lisa. They had a loving, open relationship, yet the idea felt intimidating—taboo, even. What if she thought it was weird? What if it hurt? But after stumbling upon an article about prostate p...
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