The ringing phone woke her from a sound sleep. Glancing at the clock, she noted it was six a.m. The only person that called at such a god-forsaken hour was her sister, Hilda, who lived in Arkansas and didn't give a tooty fruity that it was two hours earlier in Oregon....
We were in a strip joint in Juarez, across the bridge from El Paso. I was sitting with my buddies from Fort Bliss, doing what GI's do in Juarez: eat hot food, get laid in whore houses, and bitch about the Army over beers. We went to strip clubs and got shit-faced...
I meet Joanne occasionally in a coffee shop near my place. We tend to talk about the men in our lives, or the lack of men in our lives. Today she was bursting to tell me something. "I've got some news for you," she said. "I'm involved with a guy now who gives the best...
The sky just opened up; one moment it was blue and cloudless, the next rain came down like a curtain. A bolt of lightning blinded him. Steven's eyes readjusted, but he still couldn't see much past the hood. Another lightning bolt illuminated her just in time. He stood...
6:30 A.M. She awakes, rubs her eyes, stretches and reaches across the bed, only to find it empty. Opens her bedside table drawer and digs for her vibrator, still only half awake but in need. Empty beds do that to her. Ah, there it is! Turns it on and slides it between...
"I have to be naked?" asked Mary, dropping her skirt to the floor. Joseph stroked his beard. "Yes, the angel said naked. Naked from the waist down, anyway." Mary hesitated before unfastening her panties. "Doesn't seem right, God saying naked." "God says it's for...
A little Irish honeyby Valentine BonnaireBenjamin Tartare had always been an unusual man, to say the least. The things he fancied were very 19th century. Modernism had begun to bother him with the advent of Conceptual Art. Whoosh, and everything was gone — wiped clean...
Jeremy was cooking eggs when thumping shook the ceiling above his kitchen. "Turn your fucking music down, you Godless piece of shit sodomites!" he heard through the ceiling. Jeremy flinched, glared at the ceiling. He glanced at the mini-boom box in the apartment...
"To market, to market To buy a fine pig. Home again, home again, Jiggedy jig." Carolyn bounced her squealing two-year-old niece on her lap as she sang to her. Little Carrie, child of Carolyn's married sister Amanda, loved the rhythm and attention as shamelessly as her...
He had offered to massage her shoulders ... a parting gesture. She had let him, knowing better, knowing where it would lead. Now she lay on her bed, on her belly, stripped to her panties as his hands roamed, not randomly, but deliberately over her shoulders, then...