Outside the glass walls bolts of ice-white lightening fracture the roiling gray clouds. In the humid greenhouse, her head reels from the chaos of exotic colors and scents. Atop the potting bench, she nestles into the mound of dark, rich soil....
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They have the best table at Pierre's. I'm not the only one staring.She is radiant perfection in cobalt silk, candlelight firing her mahogany red mane with streaks of gold. The woman across is in splendid contrast. Tall, thin, in a...
The week-long meeting lasted three days, ending in failure for both sides. I got a lucky flight, did an office stop, then dropped into Jimmy's for a drink before going home to Claire.He slides onto the next stool, bumping my arm,...
The virginal maiden threw open the gnarled door."Witch of the Wood! Help me!""Speak.""I'm to be wed, but when I look upon him it leaves me cold.""No flush, no quivering quim?""Nothing!"The sorceress stood, hood pulled back, robes spread wide. The girl...
She stalks the room, armed cocked, radar scanning. She sees it settle and snaps the swatter down. Spinning and flailing in frantic pursuit, her next blow finds her partner, tit square."Oh, babe! I'm sorry, it's that fucking bottle fly..." then...
She's read the leaves, consulted the oracles. All showed their smiling favor.Body carefully cleansed, dressed in yellow silks, she begins her rite.She kneels before their images, gown and legs spread wide, body intently awakened. With whispered pleas, she lifts the...
It was riding fence Tuesday, scouting gaps. The day broke hot. By lunch we were begging shade. Tied up in the willows by Clear Creek, we ate our tin-box feast on its sweet grass bank.It was the tease about her...
As Mr. Connor stands in the closed stall, Jimmy Baker bounds into the bathroom, making his way to a urinal, unzipping on the fly."Why you always pee in there, Mr. C? 'Fraid someone might laugh?""I prefer my quiet privacy, if...
I've never had friends, ...hiding, jilling, watching her, whispering her nameor lovers either. ...rimming a passing jogger's rose, making her cumI'm too cowardly for that. ...tied to a bed, begging to be she-cocked hardReal people frighten me. ...
Conference finally over, I'm in the lounge enjoying an old whiskey. Back against the bar, I watch Mr. Sharp Suit preach the Gospel of Me to circled sycophants.She drapes herself on the stool beside me."You! Double G, single T," she...