This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works. ***************************** For those who wish to re...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
Part I -- Anticipation --------------------------------------- You said: "Tell me your wildest, most thrilling sexual fantasy, and I'll make it happen for you this weekend." What a sweet and thoughtful request. How could I possibly refuse? The key to sexy is arousal. The key to arousal is passion. Inflame mine in every way you can, baby, and not only wil...
I opened my eyes to see her laying on her side, watching me sleep. She offered a little smile. "Hey, you," I said sleepily, and offered a smile back. It was late spring. The weather had been pleasant, which had kept me in an extra good mood. "Hey," she replied. She gazed at me a few seconds more. "You want to eat breakfast?" "I want to poop dinner," I sa...
PART THREE - PARIS - 1 - As a child, the idea of getting a train from London to Paris through a tunnel under the sea seemed wondrous and exciting to Gabe. It seemed like the sort of thing that would only happen in a fantastical story and yet it had happened, the tunnel had been built and now here he found himself on the train travelling to the City of Ligh...
Liam wasn't a stalker. It wasn't like he crouched behind bushes and followed people with binoculars. He didn't dig through garbage cans, or creep up on people without their knowledge. He was an observer. He watched. He was aware. And most of all he was aware of Madeline. For example, he was aware that Madeline was also majoring in economics even though they...
I drove quickly away. I was thinking about Mary. She told me just before she died that when I'd meet someone it is her wish for me to be happy. And then ovarian cancer took her from me. I wanted to die that evening. Now I am happy I didn't. Holly sat on passenger side. The very seat she used to sit. And we were going my place. "Are we there yet?" She kept a...
They say the eye is the window to the soul. Well I can tell you that when I put my camera in front of my eye, those souls are laid well and truly bare. Flasher Watkins they call me, snapper extraordinary to all the best top shelf magazines and most of the worst. If a magazine editor wants some hot young lovely draped across his centre spread, it's me he cal...
We awaken, starving in a reeking hotel room. We order room service. While we wait we debate getting cleaned up, but we haven't recovered and lay torpid in the beds. When we hear the knock I slide on some boxers and head to the door. We have ordered far too much of it, a decadent buffet that requires two carts to be delivered by a handsome pair of workers, a...
The following is actually a mash-up of two true stories. I'm going to put them together and change the names, and I have embellished the dialogue a little for dramatic effect, but, trust me, this is all true. Enjoy! ***** "Can we?" Stevie asked, nearly pleading with me. "We're kid-free this weekend and the girls really want to go." By "the girls," she mean...