"Some moves are subtle, but they are all strategic..."
It started as my challenge in the park: Outlast twenty moves, win twenty dollars. Her husband accepted. It seemed they were out for dinner; begrudgingly, she held his suit jacket. I initially took her flirtatious glances as disinterest in chess. But...
"A lot can be said about a person's t-shirt."
She asks to see his palm. He considers her for a moment then upturns his right hand and places it against her naked belly, still glistening with a sheen of sweat. He had first noticed her in the university bookstore. She...
"The seductive release of one woman's inner spirit."
I am here because I choose to be here. I am where I want to be. It is not by any force other than my own free will that the actions dictating my state are what they are. I do...
"Love...it can turn angels into demons."
“Dennis...you with us?”Love is such a fucked up beast. Powerful. It claws at you, making you do crazy shit just for the shot at having that one special person in your heart. It forces you to nurture and defend simultaneously....
And they’re at it again. Every fucking Tuesday it’s the same. Once his wife leaves, he scurries to set up the kitchen.Then the mistress arrives; passion burning in her eyes. Something about using her hands in mechanical ways lights her...
"He was tethered by an anxiety he could not define and he longed for only one thing, release."
Glassy streets shimmer in the aftermath of a recent spate. Lifeless tarmac shining like ribbons of obsidian under a here-and-there smattering of yellow-lighted street lamps. If the cold rain hadn’t already emptied them, the late hour would have.A dark figure,...
"The perfect partner can make you realize that nothing really matters."
The road stretches for miles, straight and narrowing to a pinpoint that looks as if it will lead us right off the edge of the Earth.I press the accelerator of my vintage, seafoam-green pickup to speed us along the pencil-drawn...
"Sometimes an inappropriate touch can trigger a much needed response."
I’d never truly appreciated the power of touch until I lost both breasts to genetics. The hubby hung in for as long as he could, but I set him free. It was only fair. He’d lived through the anguish and...
Curse that needCoursing through my veinsSingeing within my bloodOrchestrating the acheThe throb between my legs.Damn that heat which melts meAs if I were nothingA body made of a waxA tangled fray of nervesVictim to the lust,Fire-soaked in my heart.I abandon...
They weren’t ever supposed to beMore than those three words…I love youThey were supposed to remain hidden,Buried in the secrets of our skin,Camouflaged by the furtive touches,Safely shieldedBehind the depth of our stare.But they bubbled to the surface,Penetrated every other...