"This is for you."
Warm soft lips nibble my left lobe, causing a slight tickle, and you whisper huskily, "Hopping in the shower. Join me?"Only days since we rang in the New Year with a bang. It's the usual cold morning following the previous...
"A young affair is resurrected"
I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades.I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress.I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was...
The attraction was instantaneous, and the timing impeccable.In a drunken fog, we connected in the dark hall. Your legs coiled around my hips as we struggled to satisfy our carnal appetites.So soon over, but it painted a lasting memory.I remember...
"Not quite a love poem..."
We’d drink and we’d laugh and we’d sleep in the stainsfully aware that we’d never remain through the changethe distance betweenso cold and unseenbut felt in our hearts, so young and so cleanyet to be tainted by the lovers diseaseso...
"Woman aged sixty reminisces about a schoolgirl caning and decides to feel the cane again"
Suneeta Holkar had been thinking back to that day forty-three years ago when she, as a seventeen-year-old, had been summoned to the headmistress's study. The headmistress was named Anthea Armitage and the school was a very expensive girls-only private school in...
You are my forever love – my ValentineFor it does not matter the time of day, or year,Whether high upon a mountain top orDipping and diving on the deep blue sea,Whether your bronzed body is basking in the sun orDripping...
"Flashes of memory."
Her fingers caressingthe keys of a piano. FlashHer fingers raking over his back. His lips gracingthe rim of his mug. Flash His lips kissingthe column of her throat. Her legs slippinginto narrow-legged jeans. Flash Her legs grippingover the arrow of his hips. His hands holdingthe edges of a newspaper. Flash His hands...
"Some memories will get you in trouble, and some will get you more than you hope for."
I thought it all started with a phone call, but, as usual, I was wrong.It took me a minute to get up to speed, because my buddy Bruce was talking fast and I had no idea what had fired him...
"Lightning reminds me yellow was her favorite color."
A raging thunderstorm interrupted my repeating dream of Colleen. I dreamed about her a lot. My encounter with Colleen was a missed opportunity but when you're 17, without a lot of worldly experience, it's easy to miss signals. I always...
