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A sweet scent of night wafts cascading through the window-screen across my body in the bed, limp, satiated, sheets silken wrinkled around me. I am helpless here, spread out, pink-beige flesh, deep crimson desire, an immolating passion, a need want so deep I can feel it in singed flakes of torn desire running rampant through […]
I don’t want you to think I’m weird or anything. I just got curious about some things, and one thing kind of led to another… It started when I was dating a nurse by the name of Luke. No, that sounds wrong. I really don’t swing that way. I better back up. She was called […]
I spent Thanksgiving at my brother’s house. Besides my brother, his darling wife, and me, the festivities included our parents, another brother, two sisters, everybody’s spouse, and rugrats all around. I was the only one single and childless. I always preferred it that way, but this year I was a little envious of them and […]
Walter owned a hotel, a Grand Hotel. He was actually a minority stockholder, but his business partners were interested in money, not hotels. As long as profits remained adequate. It was his hotel. It was a miracle, Walter had never been busted for sexual harassment. He regularly fucked the majority of his female employees. Perhaps […]
Evelyn calls me at ten in the evening. At first I don’t recognize her voice, and then when I do an abrupt shock passes through me as I realize who it is, that it’s really Evelyn. “Are you alone?” she says. “Yes, of course.” “Why of course? You might be with someone.” “I’m not with […]
In the heart of Rome, where ancient cobblestone streets whispered tales of passion, Enzo, a rugged Italian with a body honed by years of labor, met Nikki, an American expat with fiery red hair and an insatiable curiosity. Their first encounter was at the bustling Mercato Centrale, where the air was thick with the scent […]
Before Felicia could return to us for another lesson, Thanksgiving was upon us. The four of us celebrated together at the house of which I was beginning to think as ‘our’ house, though it had always been in Patricia’s family. I left the roasting of the turkey to Gwen, our cook, who did a magnificent […]
I love the beach. More importantly, I love *this* beach. No kids allowed. Peace and quiet. Glory Hallelujah. I know what you’re thinking … how can you go to the beach and not have kids screaming and running around making life miserable? Turns out … it’s actually quite easy. You book your annual vacation on […]
Friday Afternoon The four of them were packing the van. The cooler was full of soft drinks, a big jug of margaritas and lots of ice. It was heavy and Henry was sweating freely while helping his son carry it to the van. The girls were following, their arms over loaded with grocery bags full […]
The “Spanish Steps” are not in Spain. I suppose a guidebook might tell you why they’re called “Spanish,” why they’re famous, the number of tourists who pass through in an average hour, and the closest restroom — be sure to bring your own toilet paper, they’d remind you — but I’ve chosen to forget all […]