Close your eyes. No, don't. Here, I'll cover them for you. Your last look of me vanishes as I tighten the cool, red silk around your eyes. You feel the ends of the cloth trail over your shoulders as I pull them back, behind you, to me. With one hand, I knot the silk around my left fist, tugging your head, up and back, onto my shoulder, exposing the smooth...
Sista Sallie returned to her house flustered and flushed...the heat rising to her face—from heaven knows where (heaven probably did know, but good Sista Sallie would never admit it—at least not yet)...she immediately reached for the church fan—she had 'accidentally' lifted soooo many Sundays ago—her attempt be next to the lord—and to that fine young Pastor D...
The whisper of my lips against her ear echoed an irrepressible shudder between us. My nose burrowed into her neck and pillow. Her body sighed. We adjusted, pressing together for warmth from our chilled apartment. "What time does Maintenance arrive to fix the heat?" "Sometime tomorrow." She replied still slumbering. With a smile, I knew she had only partia...
Like all my stories this is based on an actual experience. Names have been changed, etc. In the 1970's we lived in a small community in Florida. Our neighborhood was so safe that we never locked a door. In fact, when we sold the house ten years later we could not locate a key to pass on to the new owners. One of our neighbors was a nineteen year old gir...
I was trying to decide what I wanted to do. I was in a strange city somewhere in Texas. I was headed to San Antonio to see my friend. I was tired of driving and I would finish the drive the next morning. I wasn't expected till the afternoon anyways. I saw a sign for a bar. On the marquee read XL wet t-shirt contest. I decided that could be interesting, so I...
The next apartment on my list, 924 Water street. I had been looking for a special place, with friendly neighbors and a casual atmosphere. As I walked up to the gate I saw a Handywoman working on a lawn mower. She was wearing overalls, with a red bandanna hanging from her right pocket. There was a long blond braid handing from her baseball cap. Her body was t...
"Happy Fucking Birthday to me!" I thought to myself. If only I knew at that moment just how happy my fifty-second birthday was truly going to be. But as I took my regular afternoon jog through Meyer Park in the northwest suburbs of Houston, Texas; my mind was a swirling mess of self-pity, loneliness and sexual frustration. My husband and I had been divorced...
The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four y...
Hey everyone, here's part 3 of what will be called Love on the Baseketball Court Book 1: Rivals. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. This story and the characters are protected under copyright. Enjoy! Marcela's Perspective Tuesday morning, Sarah and I get up early like always and head off to the gym. We shoot around and do a few drills as w...
The East Village Vintage Shop There are in New York, as in all cities, institutions that become part of the urban landscape. Zabar's, the Stage Deli, and Veniero's are among them. Veniero's is essentially a cookie store whose white boxes with maroon script are ubiquitous in the City. It sits in a small shop, now expanded to include a small café, on East Ele...