The next two days passed quickly as we carried on working, playing, and eating food and each other. Despite combined efforts at both houses, my Culinary Incineration wedding vows remained uncompleted. The Dinner Party takes up to eight hours to film and goes late into the evening as she’d discovered but managed to truncate due to the early flight out. We told the producers that they could pick us up from my place as we ha...

Often. “You make me feel so alive that it drives me to kill. Not out of wrath but out of envy for others taking the precious and vital breath meant only for us,” he whispered, his stubble grazing mine. I gasped as his lips claimed mine. “So you see, you should fuck me so I don’t go out and make a mess.” Trove said things like that. “There’s a problem with that,” I countered. And meant it. “What problem?” His words frowned...

Words ignite my senses, They speak the language of lust, Sweat drips, bodies collide, Primal and raw, a feral release. My words pull your desires, Summon the fire behind swollen lips, Fear keeps them silent, Too much to expose, too real to reveal. But I crave you more, Every part of you, Each twisted thought you fear, Will not drive me away, But draw me closer. You test my resolve, Push me to see if I’ll flee, But I stay,...

The caretaker unlocked the old ornate iron gate as I'd requested.   I thought this place was genuinely creepy, but then you see all sorts of strange places when you're a location scout for reality TV shows.  I take a photograph of the large front entrance door standing partially open.  The door moves smoothly on its hinges, but spider webs and dust indicate it's been a while since anyone's used it.   There's scattered, br...

So far, I've gone through life without a care in the world. At least that's how it's been for the first 20yrs of my life. For me, shit that others have to stress themselves over, I've blown right past with ease. It's just the way it is, the way it's always been. I'm a privileged young man with well-to-do parents, and life can be pretty sweet. But just like everything else in life, it doesn't matter how sweet things are; y...

In 1964 I was living in a small town in Illinois. My parents were in Florida for a few weeks setting up a business and finding a house so we could move. I was two months from finishing the eleventh grade. Being seventeen, they felt comfortable leaving me alone because my grandparents lived nearby if I needed anything. It was during this time of freedom that I came up with the brilliant idea that it would be fun to walk ar...

We dream the dreamWe smile the smileThe haunting naughty voices insideFluttering black matted lashesStruttingAcross the roomAcross the airwavesJust another Friday game played hereJust another cauldron of mannequinsOffering sweet candy To those willing to dance to my latest tune The heat of the nightThighs and arms entwinedIn the kitchen and in the hallStairsThe bed that tells a mean story or threeLips that quiver over spr...

I should have said 'No,' right from the start. I should have said 'No,' a dozen times along the way. I've always been a sucker for a pretty woman with a sweet voice, and I said 'Yes.' One too many times I said 'Yes,' and all along it was leading to me standing with my knees shaking and my pulse racing and the cold sweat of fear threatening to break on my brow. Certainly, I was safe for the moment, as long as she didn't se...