I pull into the driveway and sit, staring at my hands gripping the steering wheel. My eyes flick up to my reflection in the rear view mirror and for a half second I want to just throw the car in reverse and bail on this whole trip – forget about the long drive – quick before you realize I'm…here. And just like that it's too late to back out. Like you can read my mind you're there at the front door, smiling that smile that...

I wander into the river house bedroom in my bikini and sarong, my skin and hair warm from the sunshine. My eyes adjust slowly from the bright sunshine, and the sight on the bed brings a slow wicked smile to my face. Your long, lean body is stretched across the bed...naked, except for your silver aviators. Your playful smirk makes me chuckle softly, but my laughter interrupts itself on a little catch as my eyes take in the...

The car was quiet except for the drumming of the rain on the roof and the swish of the wiper blades. The local rock station - actually playing music since the morning talk shows didn't even start this early - was on almost too low to hear. She sat quietly with her feet drawn up on the passenger seat, her sandals kicked off on the floor. The way the headlights were struggling to light up the road, she didn't want to distra...

images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream blossom of his seed spilled something hot and sleek and splashing intimately I can’t breathe and the desire spasms through me to ignite images of wine and cream boiled in scalding heat spilled on a marble shaft so...

needing so to be held that physical ache muscles burncan't fight the tearsthat flowthe sob that won'tescapeturn, turn over againstifle that aching burneyes closeand breathe deepescapeinto that dreamlandembrace

She was dreaming. She had to be. The spectacular landscape was so familiar - she knew she'd dreamt it before. Walking in the warm sunlight, she drank in its brilliant colors... The deep reds, oranges and browns of the winding canyon and towering rock spires, brilliant blue sky overhead reflected in the crystal clear waters chattering softly along the canyon bed, and everything warm to the touch and comforting. This was he...

My fingers wrapped carefully around the long stem of my glass of chilled white wine, I stared into the cool liquid as if it could reveal my future. What I really wanted it to do was hide my past, but I figured that was just going to take time and strength. Sometimes…sometimes guys are jerks, y’know? Enough. Tonight is so not about wallowing in old frustrations, old guilt, old heartache. Tonight is about music and wine and...

fingers leaving rough electric trails across my lips and skin my head shakes no you whisper yes holding me enthralled in the space of a breath between our mouths gripping the back of my neck freezing me in place your lips and tongue and teeth hold me down rising up against your immovable density crushing without even a single touch my center contracts explodes a whisper a scream please oh my god just snare my lips and ski...

I slowly wake, becoming aware of tiny strains in various muscles and soft, tender touches along my skin. I stretch my arms - already above my head - and arch my back, easing the muscles for a moment and feeling content and sleepy. As I bring my arms back to my sides, suddenly I realize I can't complete the motion. I tip my head back, eyes flying open to see the black silk of your tie wrapped around both wrists. While my g...

and now, sweet… I am taking this feeling – this ghost of your lips – to feather my dreams to light my soft slow breaths and this insistence, sweet… I am gathering this touch – this flutter of your ethereal fingertips – to dance my swelling sighs to cry my wishes crystal and then, sweet… I am drawing this flow – this brush and ken of your body on mine – to fire and twist and gleam and lift my vision to stroke and stir each...

She caught his eye the instant she stepped onto the crowded light rail car mid-rush hour, and he watched her as she found a free hand-strap hanging from the roof across the car from him. His eyes drank in her long legs wrapped snugly in black leather boots that stopped just below her knees, their heels adding to her graceful height. Her short black skirt was accented with metal rivets in two vertical lines that continued...

do not go gently....do not be content to live with the fear and the dull and the safe harmless lack and lacklusterdive and reach, and pull yourself toward the warning sounds and the excitementthe hurt and battered and torn scarred sparkling joys and loves dash yourself on the rocks and the pebbly sand earn your stripes and lashes and passions, kiss and caress your lovers' and lovers... stroke each fire hotter till it sear...

He walked into the dark, quiet apartment confused - shealways beat him home, so where was she? He slowly walked back to the bedroom, undressing from work and looking for her as he moved through the rooms. He still hadn't found her by the time he'd stripped down to his boxers and tossed his clothes in the bedroom hamper, but he finally noticed the light under the master bathroom door. He thought quickly, and silently pulle...