Author's note: this is an unapologetically nonhuman love story told from a twin perspective. This story, Grey-Eye, tells the story from the female point of view; its sister story, Echobright, tells the story from the male perspective. Enjoy. * * * The wind roared under my wings, supporting me. With a powerful downward beat I thrust myself forwards through...
EYE OPENING TRIP-THE AFTERMATH The first few months after my divorce went by pretty painfully. I was morose and unsure what to do with myself. Many times something would happen or I would see or hear something and I would think I have to remember to tell Ann about that. Then it would hit me. Ann didn't live with me any more and we weren't talking. I had no...
Whatever sex or age you are, sex plays a great part in ” Mr, Mrs, or Ms Average’s” life. Invariably, each of you have aims, hopes, and expectations of certainly achieving great orgasms for yourself – and most likely – giving them to your partner. Unfortunately, few know how best to do this. Cunnilingus; (going down on her) Fellatio; (giving a blow job) Mast...
Butterflies land on many branches. Old wood is strong, saplings grow fast. *** "So who is he, Amanda?" "He's just a customer at the cafe. I sell him coffee in the mornings. We chat, when there's no queue." "You must do more than chat, if he gives you this." "This" was a wrapped box Amanda brought home from the cafe that day. It sat unopened on the table...
A jay flew squawking overhead, fluttering blue and grey. I like jays. They're attractive birds but, like most of the corvids, don't have the voice to go with the looks. It wasn't the first I'd seen of these today but, in this pinewood habitat, I expected to see more. I watched through binoculars as it flew off over the canopy. I was becoming aware of a need...
Chapter One: The Bed The Bed waited. It stood in a shaft of pale, dusty sunlight far off in one corner of the cavernous antiques warehouse. It was solid brass, and looked very old. Ornate, complex lattice-work curlicues of curved rods and bars filled the spaces between the uprights in both headboard and footboard. The mattress was bare, no sheet: it look...
I hate sleeping on the couch, my back is always stiff when I wake up and today was no exception. Perhaps I could have Fran give me a quick massage to loosen up my stiff muscles. The door to my bedroom was closed and to my surprise when I opened it the room was empty, the bed had been made and my clothes picked up and folded neatly on the foot of the bed. I...
I had some feedback and comments about my getting some names mixed up. I apologize for that and all I can say is that occasionally the meds for both withdrawal and anxiety sort of zonk me out. Not bad enough that I end up with a bunch of gobldy gook but with Billy's and Jimmy's names so similar they just sort of happen. It is getting better the further I am...
A warm thank you to my volunteer editor, Asylum Seeker, for his time and patience producing a polished version. I apologize for any errors I might have made during my final revisions. "Welcome to Eastern-Western Spa Massage. How can we help you?" Paul knew that announcing his true intentions would get him thrown out or arrested. He looked at the stunning r...
Callia came awake in Ethilathain's arms as a cold shiver slithered down her spine. She carefully scanned the room, actively searching for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Something did not seem right. She did not know what it was, but something within her urged caution. She softly nudged Ethilathain, skimming her hand over his flesh. He snuggled int...