So many lights. Like the entire galaxy had crashed the party and flung stars over every single surface, living and non-living, bathing the entire room in warm starlight. I turned in place, more of a slow spin, drinking in as much as I could handle without falling to my knees, overwhelmed. Beautiful. Too beautiful, really. It almost hurt. I vaguely recognized the music. Hendrix. I think. It washed over everything, turning...

Her room was awash with color.  No overhead light.  No brass lamps topped with beige lamp shades.  The walls glowed with bright neon images. Tigers and mushrooms and wizards and rainbows brought to life by a tube of violet light. A glowing aquarium full of multi-colored fish moving slowly about through a forest of slowly waving plant life. A lava lamp, its contents morphing slowly, breaking apart, floating, reassembling c...

Sky bright peepers peering out through heart shaped glass. Strawberry red lips forming a perfect circle of surprise at my intrusion. A hint of red and blue print in a field of bright sunflower colored panties glimpsed beneath a tie-dyed mini. Her giggle was childish, pitched high. So was she. High, I mean. You could see it in her too large pupils and the way she swayed; hypnotic and cobra-like, fingers furling, curling, l...

Slowly descending, testing each step with my bare toe, the darkness so complete that I am effectively blind. It serves to heighten my other senses. Beyond the narrow wooden door at the top of the steps, faint conversations against a back drop of The Stones’ She’s a Rainbow bleed through. Each step takes me father and farther into the unknown until I am only accompanied by my quickening breaths and the faint thumping in my...

A thick cloud of hashish smoke hung in the room, partially obscuring my girlfriend’s naked body, the scent cloying, overwhelming the senses until it began to dissipate. To either side of me, I could hear the scratchy sound of a needle as it endlessly traveled around the inside ring of July’s eponymous recording, spiraling inwards and then outwards again, masking Jenny’s soft moans. My gaze wandered over her, wanting to to...

She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the touch of fingers on her exposed nakedness, attempting to decipher each stroke into a shape without overloading her mind (much as the flurry of so many hands were overloading her senses). A heart. A flower (or perhaps a sun). Letters were harder, as someone wrote a script upon her belly, each line drawing closer to a still untouched pussy. Were they words of love, she wondered...