Cesare Soutina approached sixty like a wary old dog unsure if the food bowl contained poison or merely something difficult to chew. The still dense patch of hair on his head was speckled — or streaked — with silver, like rust on grape leaves; his wide nostrils arched...
He told me to meet him in the park, wearing only a flimsy top and skirt, no underwear, no bra. I walked from my apartment to the park across the street from the beer store, passing the old drunks, who leered at my nipples stiffening in the cool breeze of an early...
"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality...
There was more than one person in the room with her. She understood that now, but she had no idea how many there were. She sat on the bed having followed his instructions exactly. His e-mail had detailed the clothes she should and should not wear. It had told her...
She found this one in the Mark Russell lounge of the Omni Shoreham. Kennedy had held his Inauguration Ball here. Clinton, too, that old horndog. It was a nice, old, dignified place, a tidy distance from the White House. Mark Russell, the placard said, was a musician...
Death. The noose tightening around my neck. The act of strangulation as I'm coming. A leather cord constricting my cock, the blood swelling and making it hard. If I'm lucky, it'll just fall the fuck off. And then these voices will be gone. One makes me money. Another,...
The first time we met, Jimmy called me a 'wee lassie.' I swear it's the only time in my life anybody ever called me 'wee', but that's what Jimmy kept calling me even after I stood up and towered over him by about seven inches. We were at the Velvet Dark, a local hot...
"Mistress Jenkins, is this where you feed your imp?" I don't dare express my confusion. "Your pet demon," the voice explains. I am naked and shivering in a room that is really too large to be heated only by the fire in the stone fireplace. My long brown hair, flowing...
It's Wednesday night, and he's in a funk. He would rather be home, ensconced on the couch watching a movie, or at his computer downloading porn. He knows I need his help, though, so he's come along, grumpy but basically willing. This morning the electric percolator...
"Here?!" I try to keep my voice low, but I'm caught by surprise. John's answer is nonverbal. The corners of his eyes crinkle, he nods slightly, the ends of his handlebar mustache edge upward with his grin. We're at a diner off highway 42, halfway to his mom's to...