You’re beautiful

"When you need to show someone just how beautiful they are."

We were meant to leave half an hour ago to go meet our friends for a meal, but you’re still changing your outfit. I stand in doorway and see your clothes are thrown all over the room along with pairs...

The Duel, the Damsel, the Deception, and Debauchery: Part Two: The Orgy

"Kiera's Orgy is the catalyst for my lover and I getting back together"

After months of reaching new heights of sexual adventure and new lows of emotional self-destruction, I found myself once more at their event site. Luckily this trip went without event. The group’s king, Tim, was there, as well as maybe...

An Apple for the Teacher. Part 1

"Terry is asked to be someone she's not. Can she fill the shoes."

 We were having a nice quiet dinner at the I-don’t-care. It was a Sunday. We had just retired from being on the boat for the weekend. We went to the block with some friends. The weather was perfect.We were in...

I said Yes

"What just happened to me"

We met just a few years ago.It was just by chance.On a warm summer night overlooking the ocean.Our eyes met and magically connected.You have been my lover and I yours.Our love grew stronger over the last two years.You planned a...

LaneRain pattered on the aluminum roof over my head.  Arms crossed over my chest, I stared at the water pooling and rippling with tears at the edges of the dark and gutterless street.  Looked down at the beads dotting my...

You leftOut of my embraceOnly to returnIt’s still an empty spaceThe holes thatYou left behindStarted to closeScars forming as they bindMy heart skippedWhen I saw you thereA cursory glanceThen an empty stareTorn asunderAt a glimpse of youRipped openPlease tell me...

Her Mother’s Life in a Box

"Can we judge Helen for falling in love with her mother's lover?"

Two days after my mother's funeral, I got a call from a local number that wasn't in my contacts. "Mrs. Lenoir? Mrs. Helen Lenoir?" a deep male voice asked. "Yes, this is her. Who's asking?" I asked. Clearing his voice, he started, "My...

Mike told his friends all about Maria. But, for various reasons, he never mentioned what she told him about Frank Sinatra.He knew his friends wouldn’t have been interested in stuff like that. They wanted dirt, and no-one told sex stories...