"Things get heated and we escape to the roof…my sweet romantic teenage nights"
“Play with yourself, Ray.”I whisper the words in your ear, softening my crude request. Blood rushes between my legs. I swell against you.“I want to lick the taste of you off your fingers.”Your giggle fades to a purr. The sound...
"Love is a deadly game. The good guys don't always dress in white and the bad guys aren't the only ones wearing black. It's a muddled grey of pain and regret."
San Francisco. 1950. The Post war economy still booms, but not everyone prospers. Heroin has become the drug of choice. Nightclubs and brothels have taken over the city’s opium dens. Like so many other cities across the country, gangs and...
"Memories, fantasies, and regrets. College in the 80s."
Memory is a funny thing. Its discretion defies reason. I laugh when one claims to have forgotten last night’s dinner while serenading me with a spot-on version of Paradise by the Dashboard Light from ’77. I can appreciate those people....