In the pale moonlight of an early December dawn, Henry Chambers was deep fucking his panting wife for the third time that night. Prudence lay eagerly beneath her husband as he pummeled her well ploughed furrow with the urgent stabbings of an oncoming spend. His sweat laden face was pressed against her right cheek as she urged him on in their animalistic pass...
In Chapter one our heroine, Kate, a successful business woman turning 60, has asked herself a troubling question. Is she a slut? Thus began a series of chapters in which she describes to her husband Henry (her fourth husband) her life beginning with her late teen years and her sexual activities at each stage. The portion in italics in each story is her recol...
I'd parked the car a good 5-minute walk from the address I'd been given over the phone - not wanting it seen anywhere near my destination. Paranoia? Sure, but this WAS the first visit and I wasn't feeling sure about anything. The walk was brisk and I couldn't help looking around constantly, wondering who was watching, guessing where I was headed and why. Tho...
Thanks to you all for your kind words, but especially to my friends in: Anonymous, Arizona, Galway, Glasgow, the Hebrides, and Ontario. In strict alphabetical order. For new readers, you might find it would help if you read Chapter 1 first. All comments, public or private, most welcome. I've a thick enough skin to take criticism. * She didn't call that af...
Eion I took a day off for my usual visit to one of the museum and I am glad I picked Kilmainham. The building has its own beauty, dark and oppressive opening of the jail, the Victorian wing. Today wasn't the day I wanted to go home with anyone. I was there for peace of my mind. That's when she disrupted it. Beige heels clicking on the wooden floor of the Ca...
After several decades of the dominance of unrhymed, free forms in modern poetry, there has been a renaissance of sorts as form poetry is appearing more and more in modern publications like Poetry, Ploughshares, The Missouri Review and many other print magazines, as well as in numerous online journals. Of the many different forms that are appearing lately, t...
Dear Elizabeth, I hope this letter finds you well. I know that we have a great deal of preparation to do for the Venus expedition, but I wanted to write to you with a personal request. It has been a singular pleasure to write to you over the past months. I have appreciated your scientific insight and determination, but I have come to admire your patience,...
It was April 25th, 1929. Robert Miller regards himself in the body length mirror, one of many that decorate the walls of the ballroom that he is in. He is handsome and dashing, strong and graceful in his appearance. His gorgeous shoulder length brown hair, tied back with black lace. Robert’s bright icy blue eyes tell the story of a man who is passionately in...
Opening your email one morning you smile as my name appears in bold in your inbox, opening my message you gasp as a naked picture of me appears on your screen, erect nipples and glistening pussy with an invite for dinner at a grand house I am looking after for a client that's away. Smiling you hit reply and send a message back saying "Ill be there just let...
Remembering those days. ________________________________ Before I moved to my country estate, I lived in an older restored area of Columbus known as Victorian Village. Victorian Village was a little beyond walking distance from downtown, but I could walk it, if I missed the last bus. These days I drive the lengthy commute to the office, but in those days,...