Parking? What do you mean ‘going parking‘? Does this generation even know the term, let alone walk the walk? I have a feeling they don't. Pity them, for they are missing out on one of the world's most romantic scenarios. As I recall dates always started early in the...
I'm a man, yes I am and I can't help but love you so... Lyrics from the song 'I'm a Man' by Chicago Escape had been easy for Marisol this time. She watched the silvery wing of the plane arc slowly over the sunburnt and lonely Baja landscape miles below. It was always...
Where did all the triple-deckers go? The entire neighborhood had been obliterated, all changed; he recognized nothing. Yet, he was standing just outside the square. Bernard fixed the location of the old drug store with the soda fountain in his mind. An entirely new...
Transit officer Kara Tracy had just turned over the fourth collar of her shift, and it wasn't even rush hour. At 23, and assigned to the groper squad, she was already something of a legend, featured on local television—face pixilated of course—as she racked up a...
8:30 a.m. at Moe's Diner. I'm in my usual booth, minding my own business when they walk in. He's tall, gaunt, and pasty, with a smirk you'd like to smack off his face. She's pretty. Not tall. A petite but curvy build clad in a tiny black dress that looks like it was...
Arnold stepped back to inspect his mirror image. He still liked to dress, no occasion necessary. It was a matter of style and class, concepts long-faded from the modern world, he thought. A neatly pressed, summer-weight ivory suit and a crisp white shirt, silk...
Harper watched Laura breathe in and out as she slept peacefully in his arms. She'd dozed off after their most recent dalliance. She'd discovered his arousal quickly once he'd begun to kiss her good morning just a short time ago and neither one of them could resist the...
July 1, 1863 — 10 p.m The syrupy night air swaddled the Second Brigade like a damp blanket, as a million flying, buzzing things vied for the blood of the troops. The column clattered along the dusty pike with little complaint save the sighs of men marched 30...
"God, it's hot," I thought. The air was so thick it was difficult to breathe - and, looking up at the sun, I saw it was surrounded by a milky haze. I sneezed. "Bless you." The familiar voice behind me in the queue caused me to shiver despite of the heat - and, after...
My dearest Margaret, Picture yourself on a boat. On a river. And naked for your lover. Casual as a Venus posing before her bath, you hover, no, float over the water, yet drift among the reeds and lilies. How does the lover sigh over your breasts? or is it merely the...