Hands on top of my head, I try and catch my breath. My vision returns to normal, and I make my way down the steps. I hate stair days. Feeling the sweat roll down my back, I'm glad I took off my shirt after the third set. Somewhat composed, I look back up the flight of stairs. I skip to the next song on my playlist, and am relived it is this song. I close my...
She loves when he curls into her body, embracing her, followed with his gentle touch upon her face. Tracing her satin lips with soft brushes of his fingertips. Mmmmm, his other hand slowly strokes down her silky long brunette hair. The warmth of wind against her neck from his breath hypnotizes her. She drifts away... She opens her eyes and the light of morn...
(To the reader: This continuation of the story is told in the same style as the original installment. It was necessary in order to maintain the story line itself. PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.) * I sit at the table in my room... waiting... anxiously waiting.... I have a drink... sip at it... Then...
It's dark, yet I can see a pale glow from a nearby streetlamp. Nothing looks familiar in this room. I sit up from this strange bed and look around. My mind is struggling to overcome its confusion. I have no idea where I am, but I don't feel as if I'm in danger. As I take stock of my surroundings, I'm startled by a silhouette coming nearer. I sit up quickly,...
There's something about this man. I can't put my finger on it-- it's elusive, carnal, decadent and intriguing all at once. He's holding back, I think. But from what? It's our first time together, perhaps he's playing it cool? Here he is before me, powerful and commanding, but with a gentility and softness that belies the gleam in his eyes. He wants me, of...
On a red eye flight I sit in my assigned seat somewhere close to the engines. The passenger load is light, and shortly after take off the lights dim. I am alone in my particular row and since I have no one to start a conversation with I lay my seat back somewhat and doze off. It's not long before I wake up again, only to find myself eye to eye with a man who...
This is my turn to come and visit you. You picked me up at the Airport and we were on our way. When our eyes meet my heart skips a beat, not to mention all the other feelings that are going on inside my body. You drop me off at where I'm staying so I can take a shower. We agreed you'd be back in two hours. Then you were going to take me and show me around w...
I walk up to the door of the bar, nervously anticipating your arrival there shortly. I was thinking of coming in jeans and a T-shirt but you told me to come in something a little looser fitting. You were insistent on this detail, although I was unclear as to why. So I came in a light blue button down shirt and a pair of black slacks that while not too loose...
(I have enjoyed writing the Dallas story, this is all fiction, but look out for the traveling worker going to Baltimore and Louisville) * After meeting with Wendy on Thursday night, I wasn't sure my brain could transition into getting ready for another massage whether it was that night or early the next morning, and that was because she and I connected lik...
We curl up on the couch, a warm coco in one hand and you in my other arm. It is raining outside, and I can hear it pattering against the bay window that overlooks the Melbourne harbor. A small fire is going I realize this is one of those fleeting moments when all is right with the world. It is Saturday day morning and we woke up late. We had spent the previo...