"Restraints, clamps, the tease of a razor-sharp edge."
The memories in her head had texture. A honey-drop flame releasing wax in rivulets of smoothly chaotic trails, unique and vivid.She fed them to her starved mind. Restraints, clamps, the tease of a razor-sharp edge. Recollections of orgasms she’d only...
"She knew precisely how to free his mind."
“Sometimes I think you love that typewriter more than me,” she mused, bent over, caressing his shoulders.“I have a deadline, baby. Fuckin’ editor wants a piece about these poppies and I got nothing.”She swung around to straddle where he was...
"Is a plan ever perfect?"
The King declared: “He who finishes first shall wed my daughter!”Twelve men circled, cocks in hand. Princess Gweneth silently cheered for Rico. His manhood seemed to have been crafted by God Himself.Gweneth knew of the contest. For weeks, she and...
"It is not just for gaming anymore."
I stare at it from across the room; cock my head and look at it sideways. I even kneel down, squint my eyes tight, and twist my chin this way and that before finally shaking my head in confusion. “Nope....
Svana loved to paint. She used to love fucking too, but when she was twenty-three she turned sex into her main source of income and the passion for it diminished quickly. So, painting became her treasure, one she vowed to...
"Her face is lit with a devious innocence behind eyes that speak to me a thousand silent ways."
Somewhere along the way, I decide that drinking is the best way to cope – best being the operative word. Sure, I go to sleep happily sedated in some whiskey-induced high that distorts the shit my life seems to be...
The air has an edge,Chalky and gritty and filled with smoke,Like last Tuesday,Like every Tuesday before.Violent music pounds the amps,Thick bass tangles in my hair,Hatred and angst, rebellionUndulates the crowd.Glaze drapes over bleary eyes,Still, I see her, again,Like a beacon.Melted...
"A playful spin on the classic."
“We’ll get through this, Al.”Alice and her sister stared at a three-by-three grid of monitors pinned to the Aspen Orthopedics exam room wall.“If I can’t ski, I may as well be dead.”X-rays glowed on the displays showing various angles of...
"The Gossamer Thread"
Amber no longer felt scared. She had moved past the adrenaline-filled, heart-pumping feelings associated with being scared. Terrorized was more accurate.Terror was opening up a mindset she had tried so hard as a child to shut out; thoughts and senses,...
""It's getting stronger...""
It was an unseasonably cold night in October and Amber Shelton had had a bad feeling.She would have them from time to time, the bad feelings. When she was a little girl she would call them her feels. They were...