18 December 2018

“Sandrijn. Sandrijn.” Zhang had made good on his promise four hours after their encounter in the gym. Sanneke had returned from the seaside lunch with Jessica and the girls, dressed in a black spaghetti-strap tank top and a peach-pink skirt adorned with white hibiscus flowers. Jess had retired to catch up on email and check…

24 November 2018

David Zhang was a well-built man of Chinese ancestry, with emphasis on the ‘built’. Just shy of 5’7”, he was short by Western standards but his muscles made him anything but small. Life on Christmas Island had been good to him, and daily routines of jogging, weight lifting, and physical labor had transformed the once-average…

14 November 2018

I suppose, like for a lot of women, Fifty Shades of Grey introduced me to the world of kink. From there I ground — no pun intended — my way through Twilight, thinking that anything that popular had to be good. I was wrong. Later I graduated to A. N. Roquelaure and The Claiming of…

11 August 2018

I came home and found the note. ‘Home’, then, was Guan-Yin’s apartment, one of several she had, this one near Schaarbeek in Brussels. The note was in her writing. All it was was an address. No instructions. No signature. Just an address, near Brussels Noord. I recognized the street; it was in the roze wijk,…

24 July 2018

“You are not angry.” It was a lofty claim, even from Guan-Yin, whose wisdom I had come so to admire. Lofty, indeed, considering that I was red-faced, teeth bared, shouting, and threatening her with a kitchen knife. That seemed pretty ‘angry’ to me.

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