The Sentinel Stands Darby breathed deeply, the roses and irises always the first scents to greet her. She kept her eyes closed, soaking in every sound and smell, letting it transport her. Rushing to the garden never worked, patience was necessary. The wind picked up, tossing her long auburn curls around and bringing her closer with every scent. Under the ro...
In the Beginning... It had been over a hundred years since he had felt the presence of another of his kind. He knew in his heart that he was the last of the night breed. A vampire, a creature of the night. He could vaguely remember when he had been human. But that was before Dracula transformed him. Life was good then. The weaker humans had been easy prey f...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Passing Strange" is a series of erotic stories devoted to graphic sex — and a few thoughts on sex & myth, sex & magic, and sex & the supernatural. The first of these tales, "The Lust Goddess..." has Club Med Martinique, a global gathering point for the hopelessly single, as it's setting. Rob can't believe his luck. In the first day, he has...
Confusion descended on me again. Where did the Viagra come from, I asked. She began to ride me a little more quickly. "Pete, I'm sorry, but this feels so fucking good, having your stiff cock inside me, with the steel rings rubbing my pussy in and out. I'm going to ride you while I talk, OK?" "OK, OK, but just tell me where the Viagra came from – are you...
Major and minor, diminished and augmented, extended and altered; these are the names of chords, expressions of notes of music which, when played together, resonate in us and call up emotions, memories. Most chords are triads: three notes extended and enhanced by their shadow cousins. Music is sustenance to myth and belief, necessary for love and accompanimen...
The moon was a bright orange that night and Valentina hadn't see anything so beautiful in all her life. She was glad to be outside. It was too hot earlier and her Yorkie, Lucas, desperately needed a walk. The stench of his urine on the puppy pad was starting to fill the whole house. Valentina was new to New York City. She admired her Hell's Kitchen neighbor...
I had heard about her, hell almost everyone with any link to the outside world has heard about her. Still, I had never seen her or had any real evidence that she existed. I had heard how she had stopped sexual harrassment in office buildings. I heard how she had encountered a man trying to rape a girl in an alley and had broken both of his arms. But I guess...
"The day I turned 40 my sex drive exploded" whispered Elodie. All the other mother's porcelain teacups that hung at a comfortable distance from their pink cardigans shook uncontrollably, one lady was unable to stop a drop of tea spill from the saucer. Felicity our queen bee, rushed to her kitchen, "don't worry about it, Joan". Her pure white rag magicall...
It was a discovery of enormous magnitude and considering the quakes that would reverberate through the literary community it caught the interest of many scholars. The investigation went on for weeks as biographers, anthropologists and sex therapists wandered through the mud deep into the woods to a tiny shack, to the tiny shack. Once there they studied the w...
The modern Japanese tanka developed out of ancient forms of Japanese poetry, more specifically the waka form which was a thirty-one syllable poem. This form was so old that according to a myth recorded in Japan's oldest book, Kojiki (The Record of Ancient Matters) a brother of the sun goddess recited a thirty-one syllable poem. The book Kojiki was complete...