Lucy opened the paperback a little wider and tilted it towards the light, but she read only one paragraph before dropping the book into her lap. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes."I shouldn't be reading," she muttered. "I have to work."Placing...
competition
Swallowing the Prize, Ch. 04
"Let the competition begin!"
Rochelle wasn't happy with the outfit the Minotti people had selected for her. She was late for her interview in the conference room on the bottom floor of the hotel, but she was still standing in front of the full-length...
Swallowing The Prize, Ch. 03
"Cue the training montage."
Over the next several weeks, men from the Minotti office would show up at Rochelle's front door. Having learned her lesson, she always made sure they verified who they were before she performed for them. She was struck by the...
Swallowing the Prize, Ch. 02
"Does she have what it takes to win?"
Anthony stood hesitantly and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded...
The feeling blossoms like smoke from wood shavings.You watch it almost curiously, as if to say, "Oh, look. Something's starting."But where there's smoke...The feeling fans the flame into a red flower.A rose is harmless, after all.But when you look again,...
Stolen kisses beneath the OakA flash of a breast in the moonlightTentative touches under the cover of darknessMuted pleasures as we veil ourselves in the forestAphrodite-like perfection masquerading as ArtemisSummer longing turns to Autumn lustWinter’s icy kiss becomes the whispered...
It rolls in through windowsdoors and hearts left openIt roars through wallsknocking you flatWhich is it, a plusor a poison?Many have felt its pullWrapped in magic wingsBringing a light, a reasonTo finally sit up and liveAll seems brighterYour heart's weight...
Flayed to the Bone
"For Alan, whose passions were the word, the image, and the song."
To the bone, flayed through fleshand torn awayfrom the tendons and ligamentsof a tortured body.Moans of regret,mourning sensitivity,singular lossbefore the dawningof renewed passion.You have felt it beforeand wish for it no more;no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping,and waiting patientlyfor your destiny, writ...
Frank knocked on my office door at a quarter to twelve that fateful Monday, pushed it open and poked his head through the opening. “Lunch?” he asked.His tone, trumpeted, that shit was about to hit the fan. Frank and I...
Daren, John and Max had taken off for the river and were cruising down this little county road when they spotted this babe hitchhiking up ahead. They all agreed she looked smoking hot in her cut-off shorts and tight little...