And Yet…

"If said from the bottom of the heart, three simple words can cause an overwhelming response."

"I love you."You said those words in disregardOf what they'd evoke in meCasually dropped themSeemingly.And yet...I felt itYour hesitationYour backpedalingYour insecurityThe way they were meantThe honesty in your voiceIt left no doubt.And yet...I hated hearing itThat's what I thoughtI denied...

Standard Protocol

"Fulfilling one’s secret fantasies can be tricky, especially when formulated imprecisely—or it can lead to new discoveries."

When Nathan flung open the door to his girlfriend’s bedroom and confidently paced toward her bed, his senses were too numbed by his unshakable Friday routine to notice anything. To him, things were plain as day and laid out pretty...

Tricked Into A Treat

"Ever woke up next to your last night’s conquest and wondered how this happened?"

I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping.Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe...

Atrophy

"“Fly, love! Be free!”"

Silently, she was sitting on her shower chair, eyes closed, leaning against his upper body as his soapy hands spread the slippery film on her skin. Attentively, he lathered every inch of her, yet kept his professional distance when his...

False Friend — Or: “Pain” In The Butt

"It's when the seam of the white latex glove snaps against the wrist that one usually gulps audibly with eyes open wide and wonders how it came to this."

“You want pain in the butt?” in her cute French accent. Her go-to phrase as a reply to my not-so-subtle advances. They are a bit hit-and-miss, strongly leaning on the miss. Well, one out of ten is rewarding enough.She must...

Pussy Riot In The Ladies’ Room

"Be careful which band shirt you're wearing. It might come across as an unfulfilled wish."

I was still trying to shrug my conscience away when her surprisingly talented lips sucked my oversized pacifier. No need to lecture me on the disgusting analogy. It was how it felt. My own birth was closer to Malcolm McLaren’s...