Her hands were shaking as she held the plastic. Her eyes were glued to the display. She was waiting for the result. Impatient. Every heartbeat passed like an hour. At her heartbeat rate, two minutes meant close to two hundred hours. Two hundred hours of waiting in the narrow confinement of the airplane toilet.A piece of memory flashed through her mind. A memory she preferred to forget. The mere mentioning of his name was...
I was surprised when Javon called to tell me to meet him at the snack bar. He never wanted us to be seen together on post. He usually just wanted to come over and fuck my brains out! He told me to come in a half hour so I didn't have time to get all dolled up for him, and wasn't sure how sexy I wanted to be in public and on post. Since Richard had just left post and even the army under some pretty heavy rumors and Mike an...
January 17th, Dear Diary,I've had to let Darcy go.As much as I hate it, I wasn't getting any better with her. I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice." After I succumbed to my foolish weaknesses, our re...
Every day I wake up thinking about it.I touch myself and becomejuiced like a grapefruit,wanting you between my legs. Be it yourwarm mouth that is as soft and juicyas a watermelon, only the pipsbetray your bitterness. Or your cock, ram rod hard withardour and passion. A huge pistolfuelled with venom, a sack full ofselfishness, sexual greed,completely ignoring my emotional needs. Sex with the ex. It rhymesand sounds more ro...
Don’t call it a breakup;call it a truce that isn’t holding.Those aren’t words of regret I hear, they’re just more lies I’m done decoding.That isn’t an exit, it’s just a racing sprint for the far horizonand that’s not a farewell letterwhen it’s just recycled print with added poison.That’s not a smile - at best, it's just a scar that isn’t healing; but we’re no longer humans here,we’re just faded facsimiles of being.But thi...
A couple of months passed since the initial book club meeting. Julia and Leslie got together when they could. They attended the book club meetings regularly. Nothing significant happened at any of the meetings as far as flirtations or special invitations for either of the women. At the third meeting, Maddie quit hanging around Leslie, who had been polite but had not pursued the younger woman.Leslie seemed to blossom since...
I could live on this feeling forever. In the moon gilded, firefly sparked interval between the idyllic hideaway of Mr. Weston's home and the return to real life, I slid in a barefoot promenade across the newly mowed nap of his front yard. The dewy bouquet of suburban lawn infused the humid air and overwhelmed the vervaine trace of his good night kiss on my cheek, his fourth one. Four weeks. Four euphoric encounters. Each...
Janelle woke early, Kelsey still sleeping peacefully next to her. She managed to slip out from underneath her young lover without waking her. Her thoughts tormented her about what she'd done the night before. She contemplated taking a shower; instead got her gym clothes on then headed downstairs. She tiptoed past Jordan's room, not pausing to check since she heard the young woman snoring. Before heading into the gym which...
I hadn’t seen Kaitlyn in close to six years. We hadn’t stayed in touch after we went our separate ways. We’d made a clean break, both agreeing that it was the only way, that it was for the best. Although I’d missed her terribly for awhile, missed the wild sex, the parties and excitement, the spark she added to my life, I’d forced myself to think about her less and less the last few years. Sometimes of course, still, and a...
A beam of light falling through a gap in the curtains disturbed my restless, fitful sleep. It hurt! Oh God, it hurt! My head felt as if an elephant was using it as a trampoline; my eyes seemed to be glued shut; my mouth had been used to store old sawdust and as for my tummy… Was it morning? If I could open my eyes, I might find out but they remained stubbornly closed. I raised my fists to my face and rubbed my eyelids. Th...
I wish the tide would lift me up And carry me far away, Further from the things of man Than those who wish to stay.Drifting slowly from the shore Far out into the sea. No more broken promises, Now just the waves and me.No more pain and sorrow, No more footprints in the sand To fade away on the ebbing tide And leave my pain on land.Just a hollow vessel now, Floating forlorn on the deep. Salty brine upon my cheeks Like the ...
Every night a new arrival, flesh so sweet and careless mind. Though I know the joy of sharing, I see chastity unwind. Do not contemplate or falter. Let them not into my soul. Take all that they willful offer, lead my charge into their hole.Still I cannot help but wonder. Is this pleasure all there is? Have I lost some of the meaning? Is there something that I miss?All around me lovers quarrel, kiss and making love again....
What the hell had I been thinking? Packing my things in a hurry I chided myself. How could I have been so stupid? A masculine groan from a bed across the room kicked me into hyper gear. Zipping up my bag and doing a visual sweep of the room, I tried to think of the best exit strategy. I decided on a fast tip-toe to the exit. The door squeaked on its hinges as I quickly slipped through the tiny opening. I let out a quick s...
Traffic was light that Friday evening and I made good time. It was 7:01 when I parked the car in the garage and switched off the engine. I removed the phone from my pocket, preparing to text Gaynor, when it beep-beeped. The words on the screen told me: 1 message from Gaynor. I opened it and read: Just to let you know I’ve sent an email xx I hit the reply button and sent: Got here this minute. No problems. Will read mail...
A demon asked of me last eve,“How much would cost your soul?What would be your final price?What would pay the devil’s toll?” Funny demon, how strange to askFor a worthless soul like mine.My spirit’s broken and not for sale,Now leave me to my wine. “Your eyes are dim, your speech is slurred,And drink’s stench is in your pores.Every man has his price, lad,We are merely discussing yours.” Price? There is no price for me.Now...
