"There's something about a rainstorm that floods me with passion."
We stand together on your porch, looking out across the prairie. Green signs of spring are just beginning to show in the late afternoon light of this March day. I sigh as your arms settle around mine, and you...
"A widow is haunted by a phantom who feels very, very real."
She stands near the window, watching the snowstorm come in. Clouds darken the sky, and snow lightning, a rare phenomenon, splinters the inky blackness. Sleep has eluded her once again, and she is restless. Snow covers...
"We finally give in to the fires of passion as the rain whispers against the window."
The week has been long and draining, but the rain on the window has a soothing rhythm and standing here in front of the fire, I can feel the stress melting away. Shadows climb the walls, cast by...
"The risk of being caught is hotter than we remember it being when we were younger."
Remember those high-school Friday nights? Sitting in the car in the driveway, the radio playing on low---the conversation faltering as you tried to prolong the pleasure of your date’s company. Remember wondering when the kiss would happen? How...