Blouse off, I open the dressing room door at her knock.She has a handful of possibilities. "We got in some new plaids..."She stops, eyes staring, locked on my gold nipple ring."Take them all... and you," I husk, pulling her inside....
Microfiction
Virtually
"Unstoppable force meets immovable object..."
Stepping closer still. Invading your personal space. Standing there in front of you. No words. No touching. Just closeness. Feel me there. So uncomfortably near. That’s where I am.Your nerves not remotely unnerved; composure fiercely undisturbed.That stillness is my longing. Perpetual steadiness of my gyroscopical...
Denial and Fulfillment
"Why is it that what you cannot have gives you exactly what you most desire?"
My wife was quiet when she returned.“Oh God! He fucked you in the ass, didn’t he?”Lips trembling and eyes shiny with tears, she nodded.“How…?”“I loved it,” she whispered. “He felt so good inside me.”“May I lick you?” I begged softly.Coyly, she...
I found the battered box in great-gran's attic. In a niche guarded by spiders.Inside was a silvered photograph, dated 1931. For all the world a dapper gentleman of means, there's no mistaking the she beneath the drag. The ribbon'd yellowed...
"I love your work.""Mmmmm.""You’re the best writer I know.""Yessssss.""No one can top you, babe.""Oh God, don’t stop.""I’m your biggest fan.""Feeling the stretch.""I read every one of your stories.""Confidence swelling out of proportion.""Always comment...""So fucking close.""Then shove a big throbbing ‘1’...
The twenty-five-year-old, angelic Sylvia, loves her brown eye, and so does her boyfriend, Michael, who is twenty-one. She loves the way it highlights her tight ass, a naughty, darker area in the middle, a butterfly. The butterfly's wings jiggle on...
BettyJane is getting married. Bachelorette party. Whole-Lotta-Cock Club. Can't get out of it.She's danced down to the Bride's Throne, surrounded by oiled-up muscle and speedo-straining cocks, the girls shrieking "Do Them ALL!"I'm startled by a finger grazing my neck. She...
Before
"Holding him there, right there."
Arms of oak reach me. Thoughtful palms. Twigs earned of fingers stare into my skin. Unavailing bark peeled away. Natures breath sways thoughts. No rustling. The whispers of my lilac eyes are heard. Growth, runs rings around us. Anchored firmly...
I close the bedroom window just as my daughter bounds into the room. "Hey mom, s'up?""Ah... nothing. Was going to grab a quick shower," pulling my robe closed before turning. "You?""Supposed to be tutoring another college jock. Tapped him I was gonna...