“So,” her voice was a horse whisper. “Do you want to come back to my
place and have sex with me?” she looked across at me.
I looked up shocked. Then I recovered my composure. “Why?” I asked,
putting an edge in my voice.
She smiled, almost giggled, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s the point, Alexandra?” I looked …
She sips her tepid coffee and reads the newspaper, trying to decide what to do after the bills are paid and some sort of dinner is prepared. The house echoes heavily with memories of past birthdays, some bright, some dark, all sharing the presence of other people. Making a face, she takes a marking pen […]
I look across the dance floor, full of dancers, and see her. Looking even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her. When we’d met, we had talked, and gotten to know each other, but there wasn’t time for more than a quick hug, a chaste kiss and a wonderful grope. Now there she […]
She was breathless. I could smell the intermingled perfumes of Justine
and the girl, underlined with a deeper musk.
Justine leant forward and pressed her lips briefly to mine.
Then turned her head towards the girl.
The girl opened her eyes and they smiled at each other; so close their
noses were almost touching.
“Oh, my,” the girl was breathless. …
Before Felicia could return to us for another lesson, Thanksgiving was upon us. The four of us celebrated together at the house of which I was beginning to think as ‘our’ house, though it had always been in Patricia’s family. I left the roasting of the turkey to Gwen, our cook, who did a magnificent […]
I felt this woman was sucking me in, it didn’t feel scary, it felt good. So good. I felt sort of protected and dominant at the same time, my slender, trained 25-year old body against her soft and round one, my sex moving back and forth in hers, giving us both pleasure, she fondled my […]
They InvadeI think it was the summer I was fourteen . . . or was it fifteen . . . but
that’s not really important. What is important was that was the summer my
Uncle and Aunt got their divorce. Things back then were different than
they are now; there were no mandatory year long separations before a
divorce …
A dozen candles gave a warm, soft light to her
bedroom. A gentle breeze blew in through the open
window, billowing the sheer curtains and making the
flames flicker. Naked, she stood in front of the
window and drew the curtains open wide. She leaned
against the windowsill, relishing the feel of the cool
night air caressing her naked flesh. …
I haven’t seen Tamara for nearly an hour, but then, I haven’t been looking for her. Her boyfriend — or, more precisely, the man whom she has been with lately, and who she wishes would be her boyfriend — has left the party early, and alone. I noticed she didn’t leave with him. I think […]
It was a warm autumn evening in New Orleans, and the air was thick with the scent of jambalaya and the distant sound of jazz. I was sitting at the bar in The Spotted Cat, nursing a Sazerac, when she walked in. Her name was Isabella, a sultry brunette with olive skin, fiery eyes, and curves that could make a …