Jenny, You talk like a person on the edge. Like you're leaning further and further out, gingerly probing for that spot where leaning becomes falling. You're clearly waiting for someone to push you. To say the right things. To talk you into something you already know you're going to do. You're teasing gravity, and gravity, much like me, will grow tired of...
I wake. Hannah's back is toward me, the serpent tattoo nestling between her shoulder blades. I run my fingertips down her spine. Her skin is chill. My fingers tremble at the memory of yesterday. I pull the heavy coverlet up to warm her. My darling. An icy blast tickles my neck. I drop the cover. Leap naked from the bed and go over to the window. It stands...
Chapter 4 - Conclusion At the beginning, a break-up is almost like a relief. It feels good to be able to sever and excise those connections that have become diseased and gangrenous and have started choking you and kept you from breathing. A new honesty enters your dealings with your former lover, a new ease and openness, and there's almost a kind of deliriu...
(Thanks to Shawhollow for taking so much time to edit so many of my stories. Thank you.) *Your private life and public life are never separate because the brain never stops thinking* "Are you going to tell me what that was about?" I hint to Echo as my car pulls away from the charity event. "I can't right now," she furrows her brow. "I need to think a...
Authors Note: I would like to thank a generous soul who edited my mess. I learned a lot about punctuation in the process. Thank you kind sir! ***** I looked out over the pool to a pristine beach not one hundred steps below the chlorinated water. To the left, I saw trees and a stone fence, to the right, more palm trees and the same stone fence. Both fences...
Dear Penthouse My boyfriend has become bored of sex with me. What do I do? I know what people usually say. Mix it up a bit, have sex in unusual places. It's too late for that, we've done it all. Like I explained to him the first time he had me go down on him in a street in an inner city suburb, I will go along with anything that people suggest, whatever...
We were in the back room of our local drag club, "Miss Thing's", a very special place where only the seasoned and initiated drag queens and sissies are allowed after hours when the queens have finished performing. As one might imagine putting on an erotic performance going as far as the law will allow all painted up in all their glory makes them aroused in d...
I had to pinch myself when Summer opened the front door for us and attacked me with her mouth as soon as the door slammed shut behind us. She didn't waste time at all, especially with the kissing part. After such a serious dry spell as I had, it would take a long time to get back in the habit of taking sex with women for granted. I was even a bit rusty with...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby - Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is...
Adonna was so furious. This was unimaginable. How could Zipser do this to her? Smirking above Adonna was Selbi, her twin sister. Adonna and Selbi had always been terribly competitive, over grades, boys, and careers. Adonna was a famous biochemist now, and Selbi had taken over their father's chain of luxury resorts. This had caused Adonna to intimate to S...