"Sex-deprived male buys a magical calendar."
It was the first of December, a vicious, cold sleet drove across the grey cobblestones to announce the new month. It was already darkening, the soft glow of streetlights providing a weak light reflected in the recent snow. My head...
"Glissando - a continuous glide from one note to the next"
Anton had always wanted to play a woman. A talented cellist, he had occupied principal chair in the city’s symphony for the past three years. Music was his life, but this, his douleur exquise, was a burning tattoo on his soul....
"A late subway encounter heats up Xmas"
I’d heard her initially, clicking heels echoing along the drab subway platform. It was almost midnight on Christmas Day. Turning at the sound I only saw her from behind. A cascade of honey-hued blonde hair flowed over a short, dark...
"A flirty stepsister gets her due"
The lengthy slit in my new stepsister’s black skirt was slowly falling away exposing a particularly well shaped leg. I was home for Christmas, my first time since my mother had remarried. Her new husband was, in my view, a...
"Life as a reprobate..."
I got bored with the missionary position real fast. Many of you probably know, once you’ve worked your way through the Kama Sutra, well, then things get really interesting. Being both imaginative and possessed of a somewhat disreputable character I...
"a desperate longing for more"
Emma had a terrible reputation. Office whore. Slut. Shameless. Rumour had it her voracious sexual appetites were almost never fully satisfied. Notoriety? It was her drug. Even dressed for the office she was the promise of endless nights of steamy...
"the beauty of silence"
The explosion caught me completely by surprise. I awoke 3 days later, tubes and wires snaking from my body, surrounded by shades of white. Absolute silence. I was sure I was dead. The cobwebs slowly fell away. Hospital. I anxiously...
"a brief encounter on a city sidewalk"
Yellow sundress. Her dirty blonde hair disarranged by the soft breeze. She knew I was watching. Soundlessly I crept behind her. Staring off into the distance, she leaned back against me. The perfect curve of her ass pressed, determinedly, against...
"books will set you free"
Tiffany Myles. Pop Star. Her fame based more on clever marketing of her saccharine image than on her actual talent. I had been assigned to write her autobiography. She was twenty-three. I had contemplated telling my publisher to jam it...