“Play with yourself, Ray.” I whisper the words in your ear, softening my crude request. Blood rushes between my legs. I swell against you. “I want to lick the taste of you off your fingers.” Your giggle fades to a purr. The sound of it makes me harder. I...
San Francisco. 1950. The Post war economy still booms, but not everyone prospers. Heroin has become the drug of choice. Nightclubs and brothels have taken over the city’s opium dens. Like so many other cities across the country, gangs and sex workers clai...
I toss my phone on the bed and hurry to the door. “Who is it?” “Room service, sir.” Disappointment, then relief. At least everything will be ready when she arrives. “Just a sec.” I unlock the door and welcome a penguin and his cart into my room. He can't...
Memory is a funny thing. Its discretion defies reason. I laugh when one claims to have forgotten last night’s dinner while serenading me with a spot-on version of Paradise by the Dashboard Light from ’77. I can appreciate those people. I am those people....
