Each kissA strikeOf lightningFelt Your handIs atMy throat Your teethHave bitUponMy lip My breathIs hoarseAnd short You gripFine bonesAnd tender skin Your eyesHave madeMe still A flashBeforeYour mouthComes down To markThat weAre one.

Done in the Haunted House, Part 1

"I discovered a co-worker with a taste for the macabre."

Tina worked in our data processing division. She always looked and conducted herself as the total professional who was dedicated to her job. Some of her co-workers dubbed her a cold fish, but I always felt they read her wrong. Since it always...

You want to savor her taste, Letting it linger on your tongue. The sweet scent of her honey, Triggers your senses. You want to be inside her. You need to feel her tight grip As you thrust, As you claim...

The Dinner Party -6

"Parties can be fun..."

The dinner party was in full swing. My assistant had once again done an excellent job at creating a professional but inviting atmosphere in my loft for my clients and wives. I set about making the typical circle but was...