Welcome
"The ultimate road trip welcome"
I pull into the driveway and sit, staring at my hands gripping the steering wheel. My eyes flick up to my reflection in the rear view mirror and for a half second I want to just throw the car in...
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Shades
"Mirrored shades are quite the turn-on"
I wander into the river house bedroom in my bikini and sarong, my skin and hair warm from the sunshine. My eyes adjust slowly from the bright sunshine, and the sight on the bed brings a slow wicked smile to...
Tallahassee Rain
"Storm delays set up an exciting backseat session"
The car was quiet except for the drumming of the rain on the roof and the swish of the wiper blades. The local rock station - actually playing music since the morning talk shows didn't even start this early -...
images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream...
needing so to be held that physical ache muscles burncan't fight the tearsthat flowthe sob that won'tescapeturn, turn over againstifle that aching burneyes closeand breathe deepescapeinto that dreamlandembrace
She was dreaming. She had to be. The spectacular landscape was so familiar - she knew she'd dreamt it before. Walking in the warm sunlight, she drank in its brilliant colors... The deep reds, oranges and browns of the winding...
The Bassist After The Breakup
"I wasn't really out to get over it, but I was getting over it."
My fingers wrapped carefully around the long stem of my glass of chilled white wine, I stared into the cool liquid as if it could reveal my future. What I really wanted it to do was hide my past, but...
fingers leaving rough electric trails across my lips and skin my head shakes no you whisper yes holding me enthralled in the space of a breath between our mouths gripping the back of my neck freezing me in place your...
I slowly wake, becoming aware of tiny strains in various muscles and soft, tender touches along my skin. I stretch my arms - already above my head - and arch my back, easing the muscles for a moment and feeling...
and now, sweet… I am taking this feeling – this ghost of your lips – to feather my dreams to light my soft slow breaths and this insistence, sweet… I am gathering this touch – this flutter of your ethereal...