Moving day was here. I had moved a few times in my life, and it was never fun. When it was someone else's stuff, it was doubly no fun, as you had no idea what to do with anything. Luckily for me, Sidney didn't have much. My place was furnished, so there were just a couple of items of furniture. It also had two bedrooms, and the smaller one was where Sidney would move into. That night, we celebrated our newfound friendship...

Louise wanted to try her hand at being the dominant one. This wasn’t so easy, given how much stronger her young Ukrainian lover, Irena was. To help facilitate her desires, Louise had taken the precaution of securely tying Irena to her bed, with soft ropes. Now she had her where she wanted her, Louise began running her tongue along Irena’s smooth pussy. Up and down she went from arse to clit. Louise was pleased with the re...

Come on, worship the fire, Play to my every dangerous desire. Each rapid broken breath we share, You make me come alive and I know you care. From the moment you lay me down, I’m enthralled by your every sound. You command and hold the frame, In the given second you say my name. The first kiss reaches my skin, The room disappears as I let you in. Your hands begin to travel, Each warm touch, under you I begin to unravel. I...

Chapter 21 Beverly and I got up when the alarm went off. Remaining naked, we used the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. The coffee maker was finishing as we walked into the room. “Let’s swim, and then we’ll have coffee. I’ll make a second pot for you and Todd to take with you,” Beverly said. As we headed for the pool, Todd and April joined us. We jumped into the water and began swimming lengths. When we finished, we sho...

This raging heat strips the air of all mercy. Inside this medieval citadel, the rough-hewn grey stone conveys menace. It shimmers in this perverse light. The walls are tall, punctuated by towers and their irregular symmetry. Any shade that exists is found under café umbrellas, or as thin strips cast by the curtain walls. Tourists attack the ramparts and bridges as a relentless sticky horde. They photograph the same perfec...

Chapter 20 I laughed, kissed Beverly, and said, “We’ll talk about it later. You know I’ll support you regardless, don’t you?” “I know. I love you so much, sweetie.” “I love you, too. Goodnight, Bev.” “Goodnight.” I smiled as I spooned against Beverly’s back. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I didn’t know what Beverly and April planned, but I would go along, provided everyone agreed. The alarm woke me at six....

This place is as picturesque as it is cruel to any artist. The unpredictable sunlight offers no place to hide. She will dry out colours quicker than the tears of your frustration. The sea does not forgive. It requires the use of blue, and not green, confounding artists for centuries. The fort glitters with a latent black violence. The church dome in pink rose is in every picture I remember of my favourite artist. It looks...

Thick fog rolled off the Thames, darkened by coal dust, as it poured through London’s cobbled streets on the autumn eve of 1879. Street lanterns flickered, doing their best to hold off the dampening blanket of heavy moisture. I watched as my master, Thomas Ashcombe, pulled the crimson velvet drapes closed over the large front windows, marking the beginning of another evening in the solitary sanctuary of his sitting room....

Friday night had always been date night. A chance after a long week to go out for a nice dinner and have a drink or two. With any luck, the night would end with some good sex. This Friday night was no exception. I took particular care to dress sexily for Zach - I wanted to drive him crazy, seduce him. I knew he couldn’t resist the risqué outfit I chose. The black lace bustier was probably not intended to be worn as a shir...