"True Story – names have been changed to hide behind"
It was my senior year of high school when I met my future wife, Crystal. We were both seniors, so we enjoyed all the activities afforded us that year. The only thing that was missing was we never had sex,...
"Are love and sex an ill-matched pair?"
III I had been in Australia for eight months and been living in St. Kilda for six. Being unattached and on the lookout for female company, one Saturday night I met Elizabeth. She arrived at the Austrian Ski Club at the...
"Are love and sex an ill-matched pair?"
IIn my last year with our group of young Socialists, we organised dancing lessons in my hometown in Austria. Most of us were in our late teens. I had attended dancing instructions a year earlier and felt confident that I...
I see their eyes, the predatory lust."Whatya mean you never?""A taste of Mister Big will cure you!""Have you thought about a shrink?"So I keep my eyes cast down.We meet at an author's tea.A pair of women, alone.Coffee together, then a...
"Letting go of the past isn't as easy as it may seem..."
It is a spring evening in 2000. I am twenty-two years old.We sit across from one another in a restaurant booth. Meg’s black hair comes just past her chin. It’s the shortest it’s been since high school. She’s wearing a white...
She left me giddy and excited, Hope burning within me,Her presence consuming me. She transported me to yesteryear and the excitement of first crush love. Quietly she came,Cautious and in simplicity, And then it happened She reached out and touched me.The simple brushing of her lips...
A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years. One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows. No experience, just feral young need....
"Two lives interweave and break apart before fate, and a new job intervenes."
Matt casually wandered and weaved his way through the people, smiling at some, nodding at others, picking up a salmon topped hors d'oeuvres from a tray offered him by a young girl, probably the daughter of Malcolm, his new boss, ...
"Will history repeat itself?"
We had just lain down in bed when my mind wandered through the evening. Marcus and I had gone to dinner with both of our families, not a new event; but something that has been happening a lot in the...
Paris … ah, Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty-five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station...
