If someone had told me six months ago this was how my short existence would end, I'd have said they were crazy. Yet here I am, hot, sitting alone in my underpants in a nondescript hotel room, half a bottle of my dad's bourbon drained on the bedside table and a full bottle of pills resting in my left hand, its label swimming in and out of focus. It works on TV, but partway through the drink I realised they never show the d...

January 2019Half an inch from clearing the history, the cursor skids to a halt when five forgotten downloads rivet her attention. What was an innocent routine of moving some trip photos between devices takes a disturbing twist as a seaside day's souvenirs are eclipsed by the radioactive, quintet wink of his name.  Their viewer's carefully applied cosmetic calm dissolves as if the screen's icy flicker were a bank of thousa...

Tranquilized by the tide's rhythmic whoosh, I'm drifting into a solar-powered nap when a cavalry of baritone chatter trumpets reveille. My head abandons its forearm pillow, radar ready to scope out the hung and the shirtless. "New arrivals, two o'clock." A pack of upperclassmen - Bowdoin, probably - shucks and tosses to reveal a range of abs from washboards to kettles. Like domesticated Kalahari warriors, they've staked t...

His shorts are down. It's the heat, he tells himself. Confined, the sudden uncoiling tightness threatens to burst the seams on its own. Released, it feels even hotter than the midday Mediterranean steam into which it thrusts, broad and solid as a Moorish column, primed for conquest. Astringent swallows of tempranillo evaporate in a fruity warmth of enablement along his throat, and loosened inhibitions mingle with elevated...

**Teri** Welcome to another misty noon in Moose Bridge Harbor - the Bridge, as locals say - where the air looks as if it's been jetted from a vaporizer and even a flying volleyball seems to gather dewdrops. Blame the sleep-sucking heatwave back home in the Hudson Valley that's frying car seats (and the screaming thighs that weld to them) for the sixth day in a row. Even from Portland to Presque Isle, it's reported that si...

Just because Bay Regional's star senior quarterback, Reid Collins, is going steady with Lissa Brewer doesn't mean he isn't hooking up with me every Tuesday after team workouts. You'd think with all the money her folks have from owning half the real estate on the peninsula that they would've gifted Princess Lissa with a boob job for her eighteenth. She's cute enough--unofficial law for a head cheerleader--but flat as a pie...

I can't believe I aced Mr. Kirby's final. Actually, yes, I can. Studied my butt off for it and that's the one I was worried about. Wonder how Roxanne-Doe-Eyes fared; she probably got the same grade even though all she does in class is admire her latest manicure. It's so obvious she has Mr. Kirby wrapped around her airbrushed pinky finger from the way his face lights up as if her boobs are about to pop her blouse every tim...

"All I can say is..."It's carved in the spaces.It casts its honed shadowbetween every lineyou would ever compose. Your goodbyes haven't changed;they're unwritten each time.I've observed all the signsof withdrawal's malaiseto recount in the dark(if my eyes ever close). You directed and stagedone more passionate rhymethrough illusionist haze,veiled an encore escapeto enchantments proposed, then you ripped out the pageand th...

You lie on your bed. Your phone warms your chest. Your cock fills your hand. The rest, I forge in prurient fire. You listen through the room's solitary restlessness. On your back. Undressed. Aroused. Some are words. Some are not. Both are whispered, out of real time, yet immediate as the throb agitating your grasp. In breathless flow from your high-tech heart of glass, they echo the frequency spun from your corrupt corner...

On this lush island, Suitcases unpacked, We trade our pallid Greenwich fogs And stinging coastal mists For drenching, Rainbowed cascades Under which we play And slake feral thirst. We tangle in solandra vines, Skin saturated In tropical deluge Yet aflame With touch sparked Chain lightning. Even the night's deepest thunder Can't suppress desperate whispers Wordlessly invoking Downpours of refreshment While passions conflag...

Except for her hypnotic performance, everything around him was fading. Spotlights dimmed. Shapes blurred. His senses were commandeered by the ferocious throb threatening to burst his strained Burberry flat fronts. Somewhere at the other end of the main gallery, his wife would be mingling amongst semi-circled acolytes accessorized with flutes of half-drunk Lyme Bay, joining in buzzed homage to the controversially explicit...

The sender's name on the new message notification read 'TheChatWhisperer.' The drink in the recipient's hand went airborne. Shauna, who was still a bit groggy after the intense dream she'd been reluctant to leave, could hardly believe her eyes. Or her luck. Burton? Is that you? She was wide awake now and eager to reconnect with the mysterious, supernatural stranger who appeared in her flat from out of thin air only that v...

Awakened, bobsled hard,Still moist from mutual anointment,He stirs in their sheets with practiced stealth,Eases from blended, homespun warmthToward newly sugared slopes. He hovers on the landing's corniceIn raging defiance of Newton,Aching for the rush of descentTo his private playground.He risks a backward glance.The recumbent form shifts, falls inert.He guards his own breath,False start averted. Hushed woolen footfalls...

Mesquite fires of the forbiddenIgnite a sizzling plancha of blended lust.Fantasies in every fervent flavor meld spicily,Swirl in imagination-whisked synchronicity,A burner in its brightest blue-blazed bloomFeeds the rolling boil of a purloined elixir.Percolates liquid delirium into savory steamI groan with gusto for your taste.We consumeAnd are consumed,Losing track of when the amuse-boucheBecame the digestif.You’re full....

Whether this goes her way or mine remains to be seen, he told himself as he contemplated the young masseuse’s proposal. His birthday surprise ended up being a surprise, all right. Oh sure, he knew about the erotic massage his wife had booked for him. He knew he would enjoy being pampered like a priapic prince under wickedly roaming hands oiled with exotic scents. The masseuse had kneaded and pummeled his entire body with...