I think it was her tattoos that started the obsession for me. Of course, they were hidden under her conservative office outfits, for the most part, but those rare glimpses of the ink on her shoulder, her calves and -heaven help me- her cleavage, had a profound effect on me. I spent hours obsessing over the rare glimpses of artwork I'd seen on Samantha's body...
My neighbors were having money problems. The wife had lost her job over a year ago due to misappropriation of funds. She had been spared jail time after a settlement was made, and was now back to being just a housewife after failing to land another job. From conversations overheard, the husband was no longer getting the many hours of overtime he'd been enjoy...
I was talking to my friend Jack in California about sports when I noticed some stress in his voice. We've been friends about 18 years and we're able to sense things about each other that many would miss. I could tell he was uneasy about something. "Jack, is everything okay? Something's wrong. I hear it in your voice." "Everything is ok, Damien." He wasn'...
My name is Lily and the UK is my island. I'm still looking for the right man, and it's turning into a bit of an odyssey, one that takes me all over London, all over the world. I never thought it would turn out this way. I loved my first boyfriend, Tom, and thought he was the one. We had known each other since we were eighteen, we met at university. He alway...
It's hard to fathom now. Had there been photographs, they would seem odd. Had there been video, it would surely have proven bizarre. I will try to explain in as linear a fashion as I can how I came to be kneeling, naked as the day I was born, on a low stone altar which was covered, presumably for my comfort, with a thick red carpet, a plate of black ceramic...
"Where were you last night?" I rolled onto my side and a headache thunder-clapped through my skull. A nude woman occupied with me a bed so broad it seemed a landscape of satin sheets. "Where did you go last night?" she asked again. Whoever she was, she was royalty. A holo-tattoo of the Imperial Dragon coiled around the pupil of her left eye, shimmering i...
In medias res... "Think what you will, I liked the book," the tall, lithe redhead professed as she poured salt on the floor. "A mad prophet meditates on a mountain for ten years with an eagle, a symbol of pride, and his serpent, a symbol of wisdom, then comes down to share some of the insight and understanding he's realized when along the way he meets a sai...
I hope you enjoyed the account of my encounters with Borte, my Mongol Horde, who filled me from her Mongol Hoard. If so, you may like the sequel. At the lunch-break of the first full day of the course, Borte indicated we could take a few minutes upstairs, and, back in my room, she stripped her knickers, and said, 'Be quickly for my snake, Norma, please.' T...
(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent. Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down. I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew great...
This coronavirus was killing me. Not in the literal sense, but psychologically. I had retired a couple of years ago, and my wife just six months ago, we were enjoying life at a slower pace. I was going to the gym to swim and have a sauna every other day, and cycling on other days, my wife joining me whenever she felt like it. We would eat out at least once a...