Dominique had burst into my life in a storm of black leggings, shorts punk-rock skirts, and cute little jewelry. I knew my heart was lost in her, but had no idea if my heart was safe with her. The other night my heart had been crushed while standing in the dark street below her apartment. A stuffy business suited man had trodden through her apartment as much as he had trodden on my soul. Now I sat in my scratched and chip...

I stood outside her door. I was afraid.Afraid of what she might say or not say. I questioned why I was at her place. I tried to imagine what her place looked like and couldn't. Dominique was alternative. She had a new color of hair for every week and clothes that drove me insane. What would her place look like? Dominique had piercings all around both ears and a pierced bottom lip, not to mention the always sexy as hell na...

Dominique hadn't been in school for twodays. The desk beside me sat empty and void of her smell, her smile, and her funky rattling jewelry. I missed the way she always borrowed my pencil. I missed her little giggle when she saw I was hard in class again. Most of all, I missed her reaching over and touching me. I felt lost in class. I felt like my life had no meaning without her there. It had been two days of hell. Even ba...

At this moment I was having one ofthose weird outer body experiences. My mind was trying to process what I was seeing in front of me but wires weren't connected. Maybe I should explain. I had left school and was headed for the art club house. The art club is a geek club where a few friends of mine gather in this old house and we talk about movies, books, comics, and the existence or non-existence of ghosts, aliens, and th...

Dominique, the new girl in my class and my obsession, straddled me, and I could smell her, I could feel her body heat. The hairs on my body stood erect. I stood erect. Her little shirt was cut just below her breasts and her nipples held onto the fabric as she moved on top of me, sliding up and down my stomach and hips. I watched her perfect breasts move, the nipples outlined and pronounced. She sat up and leaned back, her...

Dominique was like some little gothic lolita who burst into my life and electrified every molecule of air around me. She was perfect. She was intelligent, beautiful, and cool as hell. In short, Dominique changed my life forever. Dominique was the new girl. No one knew where she came from, or when she started, or even where she lived. She came into class and was introduced and I sat up in my desk, every cell in my body ale...

Jill heard them honking the horn and almost opened the door. She stopped, turned as if she was about to go back into her room, stopped, turned back to the door, stopped, turned, stopped...finally she took a deep breath and opened the door and stepped outside. Her hands tried to cover herself but there was too much skin to cover so she let her hand drop. “Holy fuckin' shit.” Cliff said from inside the car. “Dude, I have to...

Father Paul saw Angela's car turn into the drive way. His heart quickened and his hands started to shake. He tried to look busy with his plants and pretend that he didn't notice her. He heard the tires crunch on the gravel in front of the house. “Please Lord, give me the strength to resist this temptation. Please give me the strength. Please. Please.” Father Paul prayed. He heard the car door open and close and knew that...

Ben flipped Angela's invitation over in his hands a few times. He couldn't understand why she would invite him to her party. Was it some kind of trick? Maybe Angela and her whore roommate were planning some kind of revenge? No, that couldn't be it. If they wanted revenge they could have had it a long time ago. After all, he was fucking Gitane, the whore roommate. God, that girl did know how to fuck too. Ben flipped the in...

Jill was naked and bound. Nervously she peered about the room at the men who wanted to fuck her. Jill felt the uneven grain of the worn wood floor boards beneath her knees and curled her toes to get a better purchase in case she needed to spring up suddenly. She cupped her naked breasts tightly with her hands to cover herself. The supple white flesh of her large soft breasts crushed together under her hands and arms was o...

My little love, I've been thinking of you all weekend.Your soft voice, your gentle smile and caring way. The way you laugh a little when you talk about uncomfortable things and love to make others laugh because you can't stand the idea of anyone being unhappy. I miss the way you flirt and tease and love to drive me and all men crazy. The way you know someone is looking at you and how you turn so they can see you better. I...

I knelt down next to Mama in the bath and ran a scrunchie across her shoulders. Her head was back against the little purple pillow, one of those that suctions onto the side of the tub. I bought it for her from Wal-Mart. She had a scented towel across her eyes and her breaths came in slow and rhythmic succession so I knew she was asleep. I moved the scrunchie across the front of her chest and watched the water and soap flo...

midnight whispers of forgotten passion,stolen moments, glances betweendark forbidden soft kisseslinger in the aira wisp,captured with a turn,haunted by the memory ofyour promise for another moment. fallen angel of my deep desire,just one request and I am yourssilken skin dark embracea single wordjust one,beating heart body respondinglost in the memory ofone more promise for another touch.

The night calls out and I am drawnalonememories, your voice, your smileof silken grace, perfectionthoughts of yesterday lead to tomorrowOn wings of the nighta mist of swirling graynight calls and I flyeverything is you and stillalonecalling out, for we are only an emotionpassionnothing can separate our touchcomplete with you, in youa silken warmth, almost reala taste that leaves my emotionsaloneall around things move too...

“You sure that’s just a seventeen year old cock?” Mrs. Blissitt said. “Less there’s somethin’ my Mama ain’t told me.” I said.“That’s enough cock for a man twice your age. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that big and that thick. God, when did this happen? Wish I had known about this when you was younger.”“Mrs. Blissitt!”“Call me Suzzanne.”Mrs. Blissitt looked at me like I was some kinda new toy and she was just seein’ me...