"Sweat dripping over my body! Dancing getting just a little naughty! Let's get dirrty!!!" It blared over the stadium loudspeakers. Enticing the crowd to move their asses and get down and dirty. This song was Christina Aguilera's new anthem, her official transformation from "the genie in a bottle" to this sexual beast. This was my first Christina concert bu...
I saw a tall dark woman watching me as I took photos of the river and surrounding landscape. As a keen photographer my eye is often drawn to exotic and mysterious beauty. This woman was both. Her hair was thick and black and cascaded down past her shoulders. It framed her unique face in waves of majestic silken curls. Her eyes were ebony and her lips were fu...
She stared down at the ancient iPhone before her. A screen riddled with scratches and one single long crack told a small part of the story of her struggle. A struggle against the man she believed had loved her, a man who was never really a man at all but a vicious animalistic beast. She brushed her blonde hair away from her face as she looked up, towards the...
We've gone to bed now, after our quaint-themed evening feeding ducks down by the river and going to the theatre rather than the cinema. But we had an agreement at the beginning of the night. No sex with each other tonight, an old fashioned date. "... just to see if we really enjoy each others company..." you say casually. Looking down at you, staring into y...
Jennifer and her husband Chris were in a bind. They were a young couple, she was 22 and he had recently turned 23. He had been in the military since he graduated high school. They had just gotten the news that his unit would be shipped out. She needed a place to stay while he was serving his country. So they began to search local papers for a reasonably pric...
With my first conscious thought, I became aware of the sun on my face. It was streaming through the thin curtains of my bedroom as it did every morning this time of year. I knew my alarm wouldn't go off for a little bit yet but I didn't mind. I turned, stretching, the slick sheet sliding across my sensitive nipples. There was a weight and movement in the b...
Is this what you call "existing?" I've spent the past few minutes looking at myself in the dark mirror of my computer monitor. My brown hair is perfect, bangs set just right. My clothing is impeccable, not a wrinkle in my efficient grey blazer or my pressed white shirt. My makeup is clean, lip-gloss still sparkling, even at the end of the day (touched up i...
This is a story about a young woman I met in my drawing class last fall. I signed up for the graduate course in life drawing not knowing I'd be falling in lust with the model. That was just too cliché for sophisticated, cynical, detached me. Oh, well. So much for detachment. I saw Pilar for the first time when she modeled for our second or third class of th...
Another lazy Saturday at Kitsunimi Tanaka's house, no one's even awake until noon. Kitsunimi doesn't have much to do, since her love, but not yet boyfriend, Taikineko Akimoto is off looking into stuff on colleges in Tokyo, and Kazuki is with him, hoping to meet a few hotties his age. Chickako and Hideaki are there with her, but they still have nothing to do....
I felt I needed to get out of the house for the day. Winter seemed overly long and cold this year driving me to stay indoors. All of that was over now, spring was here, and the sun was calling to me to come enjoy its warmth. I slipped into a light shirt, jeans and runners and stepped out into the warm glow that I had missed for the last 5 months. I drove do...