~ A Glow Lights The Heart At first in time, there is no glow The seed of lust has yet to grow. There’s no burn, the heart is calm, Thought and reason are the balm. And as the first connection forms, Reason reigns with all the norms. Then mind meets mind,...
Katy sat alone in the dark in the living room. Propped in the corner of the sectional couch; her face was lit by the light coming from her tablet. She was ashamed of herself for what she was watching, but she couldn’t help herself. With her panties and pa...
"Would you pose for me in private?" It was such a direct question, so boldly delivered that he couldn't respond for a moment. They had met by accident that afternoon in town, had almost passed each other in the street, then stopped with a flicker of recog...
One afternoon, while my dad was on a business trip, I noticed Mom had bathed and shaved herself and her legs smoothly. I asked, “Are you wanting to go to bed and have sex?” Her reply was, “Yes, I am planning on being fucked, but not by you. A friend of mi...
A friend and I went to visit another friend of ours who had moved away that past summer. Our birthdays were close together, and we liked to have a get-together sometime around that time and have some fun. Her parents were gone for the weekend, and between...
Chapter 9 Olivia Olivia checked the address on her phone as she approached the small cafe nestled between a sushi restaurant and an overpriced dry cleaner. She checked herself in the reflection of the window before going in. She had decided on a pair of j...
Saturday morning, I woke up and tried not to disturb Cynthia. I was excited out of my mind. Do I remember the day I hired Cynthia? No. Will I remember today? For the rest of my life. Yesterday while we were at the dress shop, I got a verification on my ph...
It has been a few months since my divorce, and living with Kay couldn't be going better for us. There is always drama from her job, which I was always ready to remedy. Kay's boss dumped more responsibilities on her. Not only was she handling all of the ac...
Silvie, my sexy mother-in-law, was so desperate for a replay that she booked her daughters, Tracey, my wife, and her sister Jane, in at a spa resort for a weekend break. This came about two months after the first sexual liaison, and this was about to be a...
How does my moonlight poetry capture the void I need filled? ~ In the dead of night she calls to me softly on fluttering wings she is born of silence and icy howling winds We meet in twilights a simmering haze where our eyes betray our wonton and heartfel...
Since my hands are holding my buttcheeks apart, my chest and stomach press against the cool surface of the sturdy desk for balance. With each passing second, my senses sharpen, amplifying the rush of adrenaline. Time slows, and all that exists is my heart...
How long had he been following me for? Was it due to my outfit, was anything too revealing about it? Maybe I was being paranoid, and he was walking towards the bus station like I was. Sure, I had my moments when I thought the world revolved around me, but...
The walk to the edge of town where the Snack Shack stood was both invigorating and relaxing, an odd mix where I felt comfortable and excited at the same time. We talked about the past year, and I gently probed about her experiences in college, hoping to h...
Chris Smithson lived with his parents, Tony and Louise, and he had asked them if he could have a friend from University stay in their house during the Easter vacation. Tony and Louise, who had a pretty spacious property, readily agreed to that. Chris and...
“It’s like I’m sliding sideways through time and space,” Quentin explained to Vivienne. “You might have seen that movie with Gwyneth Paltrow, or maybe, in this continuum, Renee Zellweger: Sliding Doors. Only for me, it’s all the time. The way I understand...
My soul forever etched the night we metthe two of us entwined as oneNaked in Mississippi moonlightto this day, the forefront of my thoughts One of those instants in time I would sell my soul to return I can clearly see the visionmy white and blemished ski...
Elizabeth Fleming told me some of this story in the years before she died, aged eighty, in 2010. The more graphic scenes are mine but the emotions and surrounding history are hers. She was my Great Aunt, great in so many ways for she was the third family...
ARIZONA 1851 Willie Mac was known for being unknown; an enigma of sorts. Some legends say Willie was spawned from the union of two mythical creatures yielding the stealthy quickness of a jackrabbit with a tongue as slick as a rattlesnake and just as venom...
