"2 oz quality gin, 3/4 oz fresh squeezed lime juice, soda or seltzer water, cubed ice"
“Hi, Cornelius. No, not my usual. It’s too damn hot for vodka. I’ll have a Gin Rickey, please, with Bombay Sapphire.“Well, I see you don’t waste any time. No, you’re not intruding, and no, the seat’s not taken. But a...
"Even if you haven't, you've thought about it."
“Shit.”“Whatsa matter?” He rolls over, yawning.“Can't find my panties.”“Leave 'em in the Uber?”She snorts. “I wasn't that drunk. Was I?”“Let's fuck.”“Can't.” She shimmies into her skirt sans panties. “Gotta run, get ready for work.”“Maybe we can do it again ......
What’s up with her and those daisy dukes?Too far along to button the damn things. So what does she do? Zips them partway, ties on a halter top, and crawls barefoot into that overgrown flower bed to pluck and prune...
“Sarah, you will obey.”“No!” Silence reverberates through the parlor. “Please, Sir, not her.”The woman’s smile sharpens. “Exciting, her defiance.”“Vexing at times. Sarah?”“As you wish, Sir.” She unpins a sapphire brooch; silk falls.“Outrageous,” an older gentleman protests, rising; his wife’s dissuading...
Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew.Our color!But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its...
"Strawberries with cream was never like this…"
“Oh dear, slave, you’re drooling. What’s the matter? Don’t trust yourself to swallow? Afraid you’ll bite that juicy strawberry? I know, baby. It’s such a delicate thing to hold between your teeth, but Mistress put it there for safe keeping....
"An English sonnet with a D/s theme"
Slave, lover, whore: Master wreathes many names;Hubristic memes to yoke my fairest sex,Yet sweet dominance preyed by minxish games,When with cunning smiles his will I dare vex.Casting me down to bended knee, he thinksMy truculent mouth deep thrusts will chasten.Nay!...
"A sorority president takes more than one for her house..."
“This has got to be the sickest stunt us Delts have ever pulled,” Phoebe whispered. “Poor Colleen.”“Shh,” Brooke said. She watched Colleen through the gauzy curtain surrounding the bed.“I mean it,” Phoebe said. “I could puke. How can she stay...
"How far would you go for your favorite team?"
Saturday afternoon on a brisk November day in Calgary. I was into my second month of a six month stay, having come up from Houston for a consulting job in the oil fields. So far, Calgary had been nonstop hard...