Cabernet Sauvignon, pasta fagioli soup, melt in your mouth Italian bread....the meal Celia created was amazing, but my palate was yearning for so much more. She awakened my taste buds with the passion she poured into every part of this amazing dinner. As I tried to slip slowly on my wine, I watched intently as she worked in the kitchen dicing tomatoes, measu...
Sue's First Time or What the School Nurse Taught Me Sue grew up in central Florida in the 1980s. Her parents divorced when she was 12 years old, which changed life much to the worse for her and her mom, who received no money, only the house from the divorce settlement. As a result, they found themselves living in a neighborhood they could no longer afford...
I didn't have a strict religious upbringing or anything, but my folks definitely weren't the type to encourage me to "get in touch with my body" or anything like that. Not cruel or unloving, but reserved, and definitely wary of anything that sounded like hippies: no massages, no yoga, no tofu, no home remedies, no "Our Bodies, Ourselves." Mom set up a big fl...
Curiosity is a powerful thing. I imagine her, Curiosity, as a beautiful woman, ethereal and transparent. She beckons men (and women, too, but mostly men, for some reason I think) with her curling finger. We follow her, those of us who hear her call. She smiles over her shoulder at us as she sheds her clothes, and we go with her, never minding our footsteps,...
"I have a surprise for you..." I say as I open the door. I pull you inside and brush my lips against yours. "I'm driving." Usually, you drive, the truck's sexy, but I want to make an impression that only a little red car can do. I think you figure out where we're going when we're half way there. I notice you fidgeting next to me and I can tell you're think...
A young, somewhat shy girl is walking through the green Irish landscape. She is a typical Irish girl to look at: red hair and freckles. As she walks, her head hanging, her shoulder dropped, her chest pulled in, it starts to rain. Luckily there is a shelter nearby and she hastens to it. When she enters she finds there is somebody there already, A beautiful, s...
As I reach the bridge, I can already see her waiting for me by the rocky stream below. I slow my pace and catch my breath. She's leaning against a tree, looking at her phone impatiently. Her navy dress is blowing softly in the breeze. It's tight in all the right places and tumbles gracefully over her tiny hips. She looks up and catches my eye, and my heart j...
The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you! Here in Houston, they have what are euphemistically referred to as "Private Modeling Studios" or "One-on-One Lingerie Shows". Of c...
My hand quickly grabs the white blouse just as Semela begins to look for it. "Give me my shirt," she says smiling. I lean back in the seat and cross my arms, her silky blouse resting over my arm. "Beg," I reply simply. I'm barely able to pull the blouse out from her grasp in time. I narrow my eyes and teasingly shake my head. Semela's eyes lower, tempo...
The scene from the locker room replayed through my mind over and over and turning me into an excited, nervous wreck. All I could think about was how much I wanted it to be my turn and how I was going to do it. My next class with Netania was study hall. I was glad for it because I would finally have a chance to let my mind go and try to think. I took my seat...