"A holiday romance that changes a woman's attitude to sex"
We walked back to the hotel, fuelled by giggles and wine. We had left ourselves very little time, so I had no opportunity to preen myself or change into more glamorous and sexy clothes. Comfortable underwear, jeans and a sweater...
"The journey in Rome nears its conclusion."
It was the third Saturday before Christmas and my quest to validate Elizabeth’s painting was gathering momentum. It was a wonderful time of the year and being in Rome and now with my lover beside me, it was especially magical....
"a few words about broken dreams"
It is all just broken shards of glass now.The colors that shone so brightly are dull and dead.The patterns had made such beautiful images, how I miss them.Each image was a promise of endless bright days and nights to come....
"A romantic holiday that changes a woman's attitude to sex"
'I have no idea what to call you,' Anna said. Her voice, soft and gentle, washed over me like a warm breeze. 'Mrs. De Carlo seems a bit formal now ...' 'Now that you came on my face?' I suggested....
"A tale of two strangers who meet upon a riverbank."
The man shades his eyes and squints ahead, trying to see through the glinting sunlight reflected off the rivers eddies and currents. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms that are...
"Cindy reaches a defining moment in her journey"
November had come and gone and December had slipped in unnoticed by the time I was due to go to Europe. It was an odd feeling. A huge task lay ahead when normally I was winding down, ready for the...
"A holiday romance that changes a wife's attitude to sex"
Thursday started overcast and remarkably cool. I was happy to wrap up in jeans and my cardigan. I confess that I had slept remarkably well and despite the change in the weather, I started the day feeling refreshed and remarkably...
"Cheryl releases Drew from his promise and plans a weekend escape."
The emails between Cheryl and me had dropped to a bare minimum in the last couple of weeks. We had established a pattern. When she could, Cheryl would appear in our apartment around ten in the morning on Mondays, Wednesdays...
"As Gothic, and passionate as love gets ..."
The Bride of Frankenstein Tonight I walk, where the vampires walk Where the virgin blood drips, And the iron cross, Crumbles in your palm. Tonight (I walk) where passion dwells Where the red candle wax, Cloys upon your thigh. Tonight...
"Drew moves, Dana visits, Cheryl gets to take charge."
The early afternoon sun streamed brilliantly into my new bedroom, illuminating Cheryl’s glorious frame as she lay among the rumpled sheets on my bed. I looked at her, absorbing her features, taking a mental snapshot of her beautiful face, gleaming...