After all the noise and smoke and killings of 1881, Tombstone, Arizona began attracting scribes the way a buffalo corpse attracts vultures and flies. It seemed as if every newspaper back East had to have an eyewitness account of the big shootout between the Earps and the Clantons. These overly romantic seekers of Truth and Beauty inevitably ended up sitting across from Big Minnie, buying her drink after drink at the Bird...

“Darkness is its own kingdom, It moves to its own laws, And many living thingsdwell in it.” -Patricia McKillip My kind is startling to humans when we are accidentally glimpsed, cloaked in night’s dark mystery. We are a unique type of were-folk, with an appearance more feline than wolfen, and of course werewolves are far more prevalent in your mythologies. We learned long ago to avoid contact with humans whenever possible...

I can’t go very longthese days before I get the desire to see herHer eyes, her smile her bodyI feel an ache, a craving eating away inside of me An itch that I can’t scratch myselfI need to feel the touch of she whocares for me and has a similar ache within her selfI tell myself I’m my own man again and I've got places to see and wander through aloneBefore my eyes go dark and Time claims me for itselfBut my empty bed feels...

Together let's shed all of our inhibitions Leaving them outside the bedroom door I know tonight I will be fucked by you Lusty and raw sex like never beforeMy body physically yearns for you The urgent caress of your strong hands I want to act out unspoken desires I am guided by your silent commandsI hear the deep growl of desire in your voice Causing the flow of my nectar to begin Together we seek a night with no inhibitio...

Jill walked through the front door of the Bluebird Bar covered with snow. She got a mischievous grin on her face when she saw me. She walked up to my station and set her large thermos on the bar between us. She had on a huge over-sized knit hat and mittens that matched her black pea coat. It was obviously starting to come down pretty thick outside. It had only been flurries when I had started my shift at seven but the wai...

Many years later, after taking my virginity, Rosie would tell me that it was what I wrote to her in third grade that initially endeared me to her. A couple mean boys had taunted her about her skin color on the playground and I was a silent observer of the incident. My heart went out to her when I saw her lower lip tremble, followed closely by a steady stream of large tears wetting her dark cheeks. She didn’t run away in s...

I’m so hungry from your love, My sweet child. We tossed all morning Now toss me a salad. Something fresh With tart and crunch to it. Peel off and carefully Tear some fresh purple-veined Romaine As I watch with sleepy sated eyes. Next a small wedge of iceberg Crisp and scrumptious. I am still savoring your girlish taste In my mouth, And your face still flushed, Fresh from loving. I offer my round red cherry Tomatoes Bursti...

I do so love the storm of you. The wild wet winds of your passion Unleashed Unbound Untamed. But it is after the storm, when the calm sets back in and we lie entwined together, those are the moments I crave when apart. “Pillow time” you called it once. Those long quiet moments. No words No sounds No urgency. That is when I seek your eyes with my eyes and drink you in, as I watch you drink me in. As we explore the each of...

I’m just a pussy lickin' fool and that ain't no braggart’s lie. I love to lick your princess parts, I love it when you sigh. My mouth starts to salivate when I see your funky stuff. I’ll get all down and dirty and go divin' in your muff. I've been pleasing 'em this way since I was seventeen. My tongue has memorized the way Betwixt twat and between. All the ladies will tell ya I excel at giving head. I gently grab their an...

I am the beast that you feel in the nightbold girl walking alone in the darkself assurance in your every stridewhen you return to your home I watch for youI am the whisper you thought that you heardthe word that did not quite register at firstYour name, whispered soft, silent as a spring windthe name I cannot resist using as a form of worshipI am quiet and motionless as you saunter byI am present each night awaiting your...

My body is achingwith lust for yours, the feel, the touch, the heat of you.Our naked selves pressing together, one body beginning where the other ends.Desire radiating and pulsing, making my heart race. Every nerve burning raw with a lust never before felt.Your hungry mouth pressing against mine. Our tongues dancing to music only we hear.I willfully lose myself to this lovely melody,an animal craving the taste of your ski...

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night. You’ve been coming to visit more often  (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you  that remained when I woke  was that smile you had that stole my heart  so many years ago now. I think you were at a beach,  maybe Puerto Rico,  after we were out of the rough patch  and falling in love again. Remember? The lilies I planted for you  are nearly in ful...

The world had become an awful place kicking me in the gut, day after day more bad news was the daily routineDoctors and nurses had little to sayBitter and broken when it was doneI thought sadness was my new way of lifeMy status quo an empty existence a future without my dear wife The day you and I shared our first embracecomfort flowed to me easy and pleasingYour care and concern were so genuineI felt the pain in me final...

Life will really kill you sometimes. You think you have it all lined up in your nice little plan, then the kind faced doctor looks at you and whispers his harsh truth in a voice of pained empathy. Everyone says you handle it well, that it will get better with time and with healing. And I suppose that’s true to some extent, wounds can’t bleed forever. The scab will form on your heart and do its magic. When the flowers are...

I am a farmer of fertile Kansas fields, considered by most to be a kind man with a welcoming smile. A pillar of the small farming community I call home, an elder at my church, and decent enough looking that women have commented on it over the years, particularly my blue eyes, which contrast with my weathered skin, I guess. I always choose my words carefully with men and women alike, and I like to think I am polite to a fa...