They walk together, hand in hand, through the forest. The cool night air gently blows across her cheeks as she carries the blanket and he carries the picnic basket that holds their dinner. He smiles her way and squeezes her hand and her heart leaps with joy at being there with him. She asks how much further it is and he assures her that it's not too much fur...
"Please. Have a seat." His hand grasped the top of the mission-style chair and pulled it away from the table, and he nodded with a smile. She returned it, eyes fixed firmly on the ground -- or any space that wasn't his own gaze, actually -- and gracefully lowered herself to the seat. "It'll be just a little while longer," he said, his voice calm and reassu...
It was not long after that first night with Charlie that we arranged to meet up again (for obvious reasons). I was strangely nervous as to what was going to happen. How could anything possibly live up to what I had experienced last time. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I arrived on Charlie's doorstep with a sense of anticipation. Charlie answered the d...
She was in that mellow state of morning stupor that follows a good night's sleep. For a second she felt light like smoke: softness of the bed embraced her back, blanket her chest. Narrowing her eyes in the dark, she could see but shapes of furniture. The room's smell was familiar; it stirred memories from last night. Even under the twilight of drape-blocked...
The weight of the snow on the branch finally gave way, sending the lump plummeting into the field of white. It stood a winter valley sparse with pines and their broken limbs that succumbed to the icy wind blowing in from the south along a higher cliff of the same, swaying against its harsh touch. The clamor of heavy hooves driving fiercely into snow across t...
The sopping wet nectar of Ann's expelled vaginal fluids coated Roland's entire face as he leaned back, steadying himself on his knees to catch his breath, before lifting Ann up on her knees to take her from behind. Looking down at the swollen appendage that hung lewdly from his groin, Roland pondered how he was ever going to get it inside of Ann's pink cun...
There's just something about goth chicks. I don't know what it is, but they do it for me. It could possibly that they scare me a little. Kara was a barista, kind of. She worked at a coffee shop, but it wasn't a chain. The coffee wasn't that great, and I think her duties as a barista were to squirt the flavor syrups into the coffee. She was slight with per...
He had been sitting in his office all day; phone call after phone call trying to fix the clusterfuck that had been handed to him last week. The project was over due and over budget. Every single executive who was supposed to be in charge was so busy fucking the dog that no one noticed until it was way too late. He was stressed and he was pissed off. He had...
The rain hammered against the bronzed plate glass of her office windows like fierce silver needles. The water ran in sheets from the glass, reflecting the interior of the office like a mirror. Thunder cracked sharply, causing her body to lurch in fear. Her heart seemed the metronome for the storm, its staccato beats sustaining meter and measure. Her palms we...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (22 min/mp3) * * * * * Getting ready for a wedding is no fun for me. I don't like it, especially now that I am getting older. I didn't like it on that hot and muggy Saturday last June when I couldn't seem to find the right shoes, and I couldn't get a shirt to fit me just right. I don't like weddings, and yet, why do I want...