It is storming outside. I hear the rain hitting my windows and the gentle rumble of the thunder. I don't know what woke me up; it must have been the storm. I am turning over onto my stomach when the lightning flashes and I see a shadow of what looks like a person. I sit up and stare into the shadows but there is nothing there. Figuring it is just my imaginat...
A single candlelight supplies the only brightness for the study of the sorcerer's home. High on the hillside, his meager but clean abode overlooks the township. From the window he sees lantern and candlelight of medieval houses, shops and shacks. Nothing escapes his view save the buildings in the shadow of the church steeple. He watches all without being see...
I choose the black chair and sit, nervously tapping my foot. A beautiful complication sits to my right, staring me down as if I were an evil character in one of his favorite cartoons. Pokemon or Power Rangers, perhaps. I’m waiting for a man that isn’t known for his punctuality. Ten minutes pass. Fifteen now. (Impatient is my middle name) My mind races franti...
My wife Jo Anne and I were on our way back from Las Vegas. The trip had been fun for me but I could tell she was slightly disappointed and also worried about how we would manage the rent this month. Lady luck did not shine on me this trip. It had started out fine but slowly deteriorated. I was over a thousand dollars up at one point, but I thought I could pa...
When Kat moved across the country for university she was determined not to let her relationship with James be ruined. This is a conversation between the two.) James: Go on... you use a toy while thinking of me sitting behind you, playing with your nipples and kissing your neck. Oh and take pictures for me. Make me wish I was there. Kat: What kind of pictu...
My lover, I can't wait to see you again. I see you in my dreams, feel you inside me when I wake as if you had been there. It has been such a long time since I've felt your touch on my skin. I feel as though I have been wandering through the desert all these years searching for you. I can't wait until I see you face to face. The thought of touching you overw...
The dark recesses of the human mind hold many secrets. People's politics and sexuality are often at war. How else do you explain my latest slaves? Picture this, if you will. An attractive Black couple, both of them in early middle age, kneeling naked before a tall, blonde-haired White woman. My name is Diane Jane Abelard. My friends call me D.J. for short. W...
Suddenly awake you know without reaching that I am not beside you in the tent. The whoops from the beach below let you know I am enjoying an early morning surf. Your thoughts drift to licking the fresh saltiness on me not unlike those oysters we snatched from the rocks yesterday. With no need to dress at this deserted part of the coast you wander away from...
So, finally you come over for dinner... and desert. I cook up a nice meal, serve it with a nice bottle of wine and have candles lit around the room. The light is soft, the fire adds to the warm, gentle light. We sit and eat, the tension is thick, we can both feel every nerve in our bodies screaming for touch. The wine adds to the feeling and you are giving m...
Preface: It is helpful to read "Only because there's still blood on the blade" in my other writing. My boots were silent as I glided across the damp grass. I walked between the rows of headstones, hearing the voices from beneath the surface of the earth. The dead have a lot more to say that most of the living. They don't mind me being here, trampling throug...