"What could be more intense than driving playtime right into the heart of the hive?"
Only a two-inch, glass-paneled office wall separates you from me, your world from mine. I sit outside and wait. Observing, like a lioness in the tall grass, watching. Taking careful note of your movements, your demeanor. The severity and tension...
When whispered breathsare laid to rest,and a gentle narcotic warmlulls me,I will lay my backagainst hardened earthand strip away the facade,this mask,my ingratiating shroud of beautiful,so as to bathein the compassion of the moon,pale and unabashed.Only thenwill the deepest depths...
"One girl’s passion to write stories feeds her girlfriend’s fetish for hearing them read."
Read to me.I never imagined that words, especially those three uttered by my girlfriend, would have had such orgasmic impact. They did.I knew everything about her, or so I thought. Spent countless hours studying her face, her body language, all...
"Sometimes, it takes an external force to arouse the internal spirit."
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler. -Friedrich Nietzsche Feels like it’s still morning, I think. Hard to tell time from the trace of filtered light peeking through tiny creases in the hotel’s blackout shades.I...
The unblemished raw of this naked earth,The deep of her velvet, black blanket skies,The sun christening the moon with her worth,A floral field of dancing butterflies.Forked light, like spirits from a mountain’s death,Distant rains melting into rainbow dyes,The scorching heat...
"An anthology of five separate shorts, connected by pride."
PrincessMy mind is a fucking slugfest. Muhamed Ali versus George Foreman. The Rumble in the Jungle. I sit in my car, pensive. Two massive personalities square off inside my indecisive head. Punch after punch controlling my every thought.In one corner,...
"The story may end, but legendary love never dies."
San Francisco, Present Day“Holy shit, this book is old. Looks like... a diary?”“It’s extremely old, be careful. And yes, it’s the journal of Pearl Honeycut. She’s the reason this ranch exists today.”“You’re related to her, right babe?”“Yes ma’am. I reckon...
Standing, huddled, in the rain. It’s three AM.Her body couples to mine and mine to hers,Like tireless magnets,Connected by some infinite, impalpable force.Our sky is a misty, glowing amber streetlight haze,And our lust,Just a metaphor of something better.A steady rain...
"Willie gets a taste of Pearl’s luster."
“Yer outnumbered, girl!”‘Girl? I’ll show you girl.’ Willie propped her bowler hat on a stick and raised it slightly over the ridge of her rocky barricade. A ricochet twanged off the boulder before she even heard the shot; a grey...
"I never imagined loathing someone would feel so fucking good."
His face strobed uninvited through my mind. Wouldn’t leave me alone as I leaned my bare ass against the sink. The knot in my neck ached for the steam of the hot shower fogging the room. He was a cocky...