Like Strawberry Wine

"One sip of cheap strawberry wine still tastes like the summer I lost my innocence—and found something far more dangerous: real love."

The Taste of SummerEven now, all these years later, a single sip of strawberry wine can stop time. I was at a backyard barbecue in Dallas last summer—some neighbor’s Fourth of July thing, the kind where the air smells like...

Patty’s Ride Continues

"She wants to be a slave, I want a slave, but will it work?"

I opened my eyes; it was still dark out. Jim was so close, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.I sensed a slight movement from her. Her breathing changed. She smelled wonderful. My senses were...

After The Lesson – Part 1

"She was standing entirely too close to me and I could feel her heat radiating through me."

How did I find myself in this delicious circumstance?It started earlier that day when I was the first to arrive for a paddleboarding lesson.  I pulled into a parking lot for a picnic area that also had a path through...