Closer

"Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire."

Even though I'd craved it, the intensity of his kiss still takes me by surprise. The clubbers who surround us dissolve with the music into the curling dry ice. Even alcohol is secondary to the passion I taste as our...

Waking Up Slowly: Tropical Touches

"Laura Enjoys A Memorable Alarm Call in Thailand"

The damp heat oozed around my body, wrapping itself around me like an oven’s embrace. That clunky fan seemed to whirr in the distance somewhere across the dormitory, but the old relic had evidently lost the fight against nature. I...

He touched the hem of her skirt first. She was wearing a white summer dress that fell just above her knees. Her dark hair was swept up into a ponytail. The window was wide open, summer heat and traffic noise...