Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. The two women looked at each other; Jen with masked civility, Helen with barely concealed contempt. "Well at least she has good taste," Jen thought. The emerald green dress the blonde wore, while not overtly sexual, did display her figure to good effect. It showed a body very much like Jen's, with matching curves. Jen esti...
Et in Arcadia ego; "I too was in Arcadia" In Arcadia Damian Dastagna consumed his breakfast in the breakfast-nook with a warm, congenial feel of a man sure of victory. He loved victories and though he was scarcely what one might call a hard-boiled chap by dint of habit, he saw himself as a master of fisticuffs against the evils of life. There were certainl...
I am with you even when I am without you. We are there, in our own place where only the two of us may go. Our separation is painful. Our words, our voices, are seconds away while our bodies hunger across thousands of miles. Sometimes I lay in reverie, my mind drowning in thoughts of you. In the depths of darkness on lonely nights my craving hands reach out...
"Christ, David, she's only half alive," I said of the model he brought into the studio this morning, "where did you find her, in an opium den?" "Hey," he said to me, "I am David LaChapelle, I find beauty in unexpected places. It is my job to find beauty and to photograph it. You are the makeup artist, and it is not your place to question the beauty I find."...
A Public Service Announcement: How to Spot a Suicide Bomber I live in New York City, so a certain amount of paranoia is reasonable. How much is too much? Great question. However, given that the New York City skyline has a relatively recent hole in it, I don't think it's too much to consider that someone, sooner or later, might want to consider rendering mor...
Chapter 1 Alex laid in bed his left arm resting across his chest his index finger tracing the shape of the chain link brand on his right side something he only did when he was tense. As he did he kept flashing back to the moment it was put there. The branding iron covered in molten rose gold and the faces of Janus and Klaus as they used it on his skin. He s...
He was never going back to her. He'd left in a bit of a blur and told her something about the property he'd inherited from his uncle needing serious repair work. While technically true, he'd sold those buildings nearly a year ago; their filthy, rotting walls were someone else's problem now. Good riddance. Some mouldy old houses, which would take more money...
He had to have her in the most primal and urgent way. He remembered the smell of Opium on her neck and between her breasts. He remembered how her silky white skin contrasted against her long black hair. He remembered how she tasted, clean and musky, when she came on his tongue. He remembered the incredible sensation of entering her as she wrapped those long...
Bijou likes to tie scarves around her wrists and her ankles, to decorate herself this way when she is going out. The sensation of something soft, bound round these places, like a warm hand holding her, pleases her. she makes them wide, like cuffs. She has many scarves and sashes, prefers the light colored ones that blend in with her skin, so that they are di...
The day broke warm and humid. Madeline awoke as the sun began to stream gently through the small, awkward window of her little salt box house. Her feet found the floor through her waking haze and she moved gracefully to the source of that light. Fog that had dominated the night, was slowly burning off, revealing the radiance of the forest that lay just beyon...