The phone rings. It's Kevin on his cell phone. He says, "It's me. I'm on my way home." "Did you get it?" "Angie, you have no idea how hard it was to find..." "Did you get it?" "Yes, I got it." "Oooh, Baby! The hat too?" "The hat too." "Woo-hoo! Put them on! I want you...
Timbo was always trying to protect me from things. He thought I was an innocent and maybe that's why he never really let on about his coke habit. We went way back—all the way to high school. He always brought me his poems for an opinion, and red roses. I would sit on...
He was done, and done in. He had tried to get a jump on the yard work before the heat and humidity climbed, but now it felt like steam was rising off his head. He had long since stripped his shirt and stood clad only in damp, khaki shorts; a sheen of sweat made his...
We were in that really filthy part of the fuck, when I felt like a steel pole being forged by the Goddess herself, and Dawn was rocking under me with each thrust, emitting sounds that would make lesser men, and women, cream their jeans instantaneously. Sure that...
Usha holds the head of the large white vibrator against her plump labia and waits until I give the signal. She knows I never fuck her until after I have seen her come at least once. She is naked on the bed, facing me, legs spread, weight on her elbows. The vibrator is...
Tenderloinedby Valentine BonnaireI took one look at you and I felt my mojo rise. That's what everybody knows about Californians isn't it? You can't expect any kind of tenderness from the kings and queens of the one-night stand can you? Not really. I was going to prove...
Vanilla Suedeby Valentine Bonnaire"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands..." —e. e. cummings"Sometimes you just need to be held.""What do you mean?""It helps, especially when life throws you curve balls.""Maybe you're right.""I am.""What about the ghosts of...
EARLY EVENING: "Honey?" "Uh-huh" "What do you think about when we're making love?" "Huh? - What?" "Do you ever fantasize about making love to another woman?" "Marjorie, I refuse to answer that question until you tell me who you've been talking to, and what kind of...
Snow fell in Venice. Snow fell in softened pale drifts before his footsteps along the Ponto del Diavolo. Though he knew it was impossible, still he felt the vibration of each step shake the ancient stone bridge beneath him. The impossible dogged him, following or...
Stephen stood in front of the bathroom mirror and gazed at his naked body. The bright light bulbs glaring from the perimeter of the mirror prevented the appearance of shadows on his face. Exposed by the harsh light, Stephen had nowhere to hide, like a prison escapee...