Note to Self: You've been set up on a blind date with your ex. Your dating life is officially shot to hell. "Danielle?" "Kizzy?" We stare at each other for an uncomfortable minute. It'd taken me six long months to get over our breakup and even then I'd had to convince...
Pittsburgh March 5, 1894 Dearest Cousin Beatrice, I hope my letter finds you well and that spring is as beautiful in Yorkshire as summer was when I last visited you there. The weather here in Pittsburgh is still dreary but we have had a few blue skies. Thank you so...
My girlfriend, Celeste, says watching me paint makes her hot...at least, this particular series of portraits. Maxwell has that effect on everyone, I think. Celeste is a software engineer with our town's largest employer. She is brilliant, attractive and completely...
The long, yellow spadix of the giant anthurium jutted aggressively from the bowl of its single scarlet leaf. Deacon stripped off his glove and ran a forefinger lightly over the bumpy surface of the flower's phallic protuberance, watching it shiver at his touch....
I saw him leaning against the wall on Bourbon street. He was a pretty boy, young and insecure; I could tell by the way his eyes shifted around him and how he would nervously move his weight back and forth from one foot to another. He had positioned himself so that he...
JUNE "Do you fancy Maggie?" I asked my husband Pete as we lay in each others' arms after a rather nice half-hour of lovemaking. "Well yes, she's very attractive; do you?" "I do rather, and I fancy her husband Tony too, I wonder if we could get them interested in some...
Linda stared at her open closet like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching semi, sensing the impending doom but so paralyzed with fear it couldn't move out of harm's way. She lost track of just how long she'd been standing there in her bra and panties,...
I was raised Catholic by an Irish mother who helped get Ted Kennedy elected and has voted for him ever since. The fact that I'm an agnostic polyamorous butch lesbian who goes to a dominatrix once a week to get her ass paddled never bothered her, but when I moved to...
I'm in a gay bar called "Lester's." The strongest smell of the place isn't that of the gin or the beer or the cigarettes; it's the testosterone. All those homosexual men walking around are putting off a sexual scent so powerful it's making me dizzy. It's also making...
Erica skimmed the border between wakefulness and sleep, slowly emerging from a mellow, cradling fog of serenity. She rolled onto her side and laid her cheek upon her bedmate's back. She began to kiss her way along the subtle hillocks of vertebrae. Such delicious skin,...