"A one act play about the distance between husband and wife."
Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different....
"Lovers who can't reach each other"
A river is between us--too deep and dark and swift to swimand not be swept away.We do not know the river’s source,but there it is--sometimes calm,sometimes raging from a storm.We see each other on our shores,busy in our lives.We wave...
"A sonnet expressing a vow to cherish his lovely treasure"
Today, my heart sings--oh what a gift your are, and I promise, my most precious friend, to hold you gently in my life so not to mar the fragile sweetness of our love, to mold our lives together, our...
"Thoughts before asking her to be my wife..."
It was warm today in our house by the sea, the smell of chili, bread rising by the fire. Outside, the wind was howling. Birds shivered on the wire and a few leaves dangled against the coming storm before falling...
"Placng a personal ad and wondering what you're doing"
What was I thinking when I placed that ad, “man seeking woman.” Was I going mad? I never did a thing like that before, but suddenly I opened up the door I’d closed and hung myself out on the line,...
"Remembering how mutual lust brought two lovers together."
I’d see you come into the café every morning for coffee unable to take my eyes from your body, your ass straining your tight faded low cut jeans, your tits stretching the various t shirts you wore each day, your...
"A writer of erotic stories invites a stranger to her place to read him her stories"
We were still lying on the floor, my head on his shoulder. The cabin was dark except for the candles and they were getting low. It was getting chilly. Through the window, I could see a full moon rising just...
"A writer of erotic stories invites a stranger to her place to read him.her stories"
When I woke up, it was getting dark out. The last remnants of sunlight were coming through the skylight. Tristan was still asleep. I glanced over at him, studying his face as he slept, noticing the way his nose curved,...
"A writer of erotic stories invites a stranger to her place to read him.her stories"
I was sitting in a corner table in our local café writing in my notebook when he walked in. He stood at the door, looked around. Our eyes met then we both quickly looked away. He then went to the...