I am exhausted. In the past 60 hours I have read the most troubling and liberating book of my life...Dreams From My Father by now President-Elect Barack Obama. Through the pages and chapters, I have vicariously followed his unique journey as the mixed race child of an absentee father raised by his white mother and grandparents. But the exhausting and troubli...
Reilly really hadn't thought she'd get this far. Here he was, sitting in front of her, breathing her same air, and it felt different than before. James' mischievous, chiseled face grinning back at her, still a little shocked. His shoulders were still broad and strong, and she suspected he also spent a few hours at the gym each week. She imagined that his phy...
When we made it up the temple steps, we found Heather waiting impatiently by a big, ornate doorbell. "Can I? Can I? Can I?" she asked, practically bouncing up and down. I laughed and motioned for her to ring the bell, and she happily did. About a minute later, a woman about 60 came to the door and smiled at us. "Ah, Leo and Clara, and...?" she asked politel...
*You know who you are* "Don't think. Just do." That was my mantra for the drive home from work that Friday afternoon. I concentrated on traffic and stop lights, staying fixated on a routine rather than let my anxieties run amok. I'd been on edge all damn day, today being the worst of the last few this week. It took every ounce of self-control to concentra...
You stand before a floating book on a glowing pedestal. Rays of divine light falls from above, landing down over you and the book, the light block out everything from your sight save for what it touches. The book looks relatively old, with its cover worn and the paper within having clearly aged. The title, engraved in gold, was in big letters. "Xirix.&q...
They were alone now. Emma was sitting next to him on the bed, discussing the procedure with Laura. He knew it wouldn't be that bad. He knew what real pain felt like and this wouldn't be close. Real pain wasn't even physical. No, losing something you love, something you valued above even your own life, that was real pain. Pain that never stopped. As the two...
I pulled the U-Haul truck to the sidewalk, looked over at the house and sighed. It was time to get out of this place. It was long overdue. I got out and smelled the ozone in the air after the rain had fallen. I loved the smell of ozone. I opened the front door and shouted at Jagger. "You all done?" I shouted up at him. "Yes, just about Mom." He would be tw...
Almost all is "play" in this realm and I don't. For Me there is a deep, primal yin/Yang at work here that is not play-acting but the full expression of deep, elusive truth. I did not begin in BDSM as a Male-Supremacist. I was brought there by the moods and energies of cunts I fucked, used and Mastered. NOTHING was non-consensual. And, as I honed the art of b...
Will was chilling at home with his boys needing something to do. He found an answer in the mail. He got a letter from a girl named Alex. It was a invite to her birthday party, and Will accepted it because wasn't like he had anything to do being at home all weekend. About 7pm he rolled over to Alex's crib. With music loud enough to wake the dead, he heard g...
Dear John, Oh my, that is not a good start for this letter. My dearest, this is not a "Dear John" type of letter but more of an affirmation of my love. With that being said, I do admit to the accusations of your note left for me. Yes, I am having an affair, and yet as it is shallow, tawdry, and purely physical; I feel it is unfair for you to claim I no long...