"Why are moths led by flames, eternally drawn in to burn?"
Entranced by the beauty of the fiery flicker. Moths to flames drawn to burn, but why? Mind ensnared and heart beats quicker leads the moths to dance and die. Never understood what was the draw, how or why such a course...
"For she who moves me"
As I lie in bed, you come to meYour body next to mine. Enfolding me in your arms, Your heart a furnace against mine. How did it start? A gentle poke, a kind word. Time reveals you, You become a...
"An emotionally agonising and true story of the first time I shared my Asian girlfriend."
They say that fiction is stranger than fact and herein lies the evidence. This is the first part of three of the tale that should never be told, the tale that should be consigned to the waste bin of discarded...
"Young lovers kissing on a balcony...."
Star-crossed and aching, These two young lovers meet, Upon their balcony, She, too perfectly wicked, Made up, sweet. She knows just what she will get, For her flirtation, His heart and soul, Delivered on a plate, Evident in his sigh,...
"Sylvia Recounts the first installment of her story, and is used my her masters friends."
“I would marry you. Right here, right now – honestly, I mean it. I would have a priest walk through this door, put a ring on your finger and make you mine forever. With you in your realest state, being...
"Teacher and student lovers’ discovery at the beach"
“Let’s take a holiday this weekend and go to the beach!” Monica declared. Candice, the little vamp that she was, jumped into Monica’s arms with her feet wrapped around her waist in glee. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” the diminutive girl...
"I fall in love with my mother in law."
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and here I sat, feeling blue. It had been three months since my divorce, and I still was not used to the emptiness my life had become.Three months ago, I had literally kicked out...
"A perfect homecoming"
The next morning I was up at six. My eyes still heavy with sleep and dressed in nothing but my boxers and a tee shirt, I opened my motel room door and peeked outside. It was dark, gloomy, chilly and...
"An apology is needed, but how will we end up? Lonely? Pals? Friends? Friends with benefits? Lovers?"
I was beginning to get used to this now. My heart had stopped racing when I ventured out the door. I did not examine every approaching face for signs of suspicion, or spend all my concentration on every little detail...
I loved her dearly, And, With each passing spring the time went by with a lazy, careless ease. In March, the westerly wild winds roared and howled, Bringing her closer with each passing storm. "Love me," she chanted, "Want me,"...
