Prolog: The Nobel Prize speech I can't give Olivia giggled as I lifted her breast to my mouth like a microphone. "Majesties, Laureates, Ladies and Gentlemen. I accept the Nobel Prize in physics for my invention of a time machine. My friend Olivia Smallwoo...
She stepped from the pines into my secret poppy field. A stranger. Looking up, I saw laughing, smoldering eyes watching me caressing, my story abandoned. "Are you touching or typing?" "Umm, touching." She glanced at the words. “History? Or fantasy?” “Both...
The phone jangles me from my post-orgasm sleep. "I need to see you. Hotel bar." Only two hours since we said we'd never meet again. Slipping on sweatpants and shirt, slippers, hotel robe, I navigate there. Handsome, no, beautiful man rises as I enter. “Da...
The dog seemed to come from nowhere as I was walking. Tangling my leg in the retractable leash, I overbalanced and fell, skinning my knee. A tall willowy woman followed the dog. Eyes full of concern behind her mask, she took one look at my knee, took my e...
From: CharlotteTo: MaddieDate: July 3, 2019 Since you asked, it's a funny story how Lisa and I wound up at SF Pride wearing "Proud of our Daughters" tee shirts. I'll tell you what happened last weekend. But DON'T TELL your mother!! Lisa will divorce you a...
I awoke with a startle to Karen's soft gasp of surprise. She had just come upon me curled up belly-to-belly with Jay, half asleep, heads resting on each other's inner thighs. Karen. My oldest friend, my nursing school buddy, my unrequited lust object, see...
Ms. McCall put her phone back in her bag. She turned to appraise me in my robe and pajama top. "It would be polite of you to greet her nude. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives." For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. B...
Saturday night, alone for the the first time in a long time. The butterflies were back in my stomach. Sitting on the overstuffed chair in the den, legs up on the ottoman. The lights were dimmed. My coffee was cooling on the table. I had just opened the la...
My doorbell is for my friends, not for strangers. It's a friendly way to get invited inside. My doorbell can be quietly stroked, or touched in a way that sets off all my alarms. To get to my doorbell requires patience, climbing my stairs, bringing me high...
A flash of memory: Following Chris and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my hands. No teeth. Can I do this?Chris lifted her head from the p...
I am sitting in a random Starbucks in Orange County, found with my trusty smart phone app. I"m not really reading the report I'm supposed to be finishing, just looking around at the people here. A few cute women smile at me when they catch me looking, but...
A flash of memory: A modest slap on my bare butt brings me back to awareness. I'm breathing I've just run a mile, except that I seem to be lying across the thighs of a woman, on a love seat. Her fingers are gently massaging my G-spot, giving me total-body...
"Ah, here you are, Jane, I've been looking for you for weeks!" I looked up to see the strawberry blonde from the park. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like the Mona Lisa's. Her accent was i...
I stare at her, shocked. "What ... what nude of me?" Her grin widens into a full-fledged smile. "Well, I guess you'll have to model for me so I can draw one." She reaches over to stroke my neck again. My nipples are tingling, my skin is all gooseflesh. Sh...
I can almost feel her pencil on the back of my neck as I watch her draw. The artist. I don't know her name. She's down here in the park nearly every lunchtime, drawing intently as I watch. I nibble quietly on my salad, slowly letting myself relax after a...
