Fornication Stories

He waited in the front courtyard near the car. The laundry Aria had hung earlier was gone now. He wore light, charcoal linen pants she’d washed and carefully ironed, with a loose, button down short sleeve shirt. There was a huge streak of guilt in him for tolerating her doing things like that. Things that made him feel too valuable. Whenever he looked at the depth of her being he just felt wan and inadequate. She was noth...

I have seen her move naked Through the semi-darkness Like a sphere of pale light That wandered off out of a streetlamp And got lost on the way to a dream In which we were coming home From the end of everything that wasn’t this To rest in a bent circle Made of arms and whispers I have seen her kneel And crawl above me A cavern of heat around her body That follows her like a shadow Hair falling around our faces Enclosing us...

“Tell me you wouldn’t love to fuck her,” she said. She was soaking wet in Dogface’s pool, holding onto Stone’s knees as he sat on the edge with his feet dangling in the water. A fit, pneumatically enhanced blonde in a black bikini and spike heels had just delivered them a pair of fruity cocktails. Nikki watched Stone glance at her ass as she walked away. Nikki grinned brightly. “You’re such a fuckin’ whore. Her, too. I me...

Mouse had taken to dancing in her panties and socks. Her shoulder-length hair - fine, yet a nondescript, easily forgettable shade of brown - whipped around her head and got caught in her glasses. But she kept going, arms and legs flailing wildly yet not without a sense of design. It was as if she were moving to some bright vision of grace in her mind that her body couldn't keep up with. Lamb was watching her from his stud...

Empty brick factories were falling down around her. Glory days abandoned. Hungry souls watched from every broken window. The black thigh highs were balled up in the same hand with her clutch. They were only a couple shades darker than the tone of her bare thighs. The spikes she’d been wearing dangled from the other hand. It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still held remnants of yesterday’s heat. The sid...

Jimmy was flat on his back with his head under the front end of the Fairmont. He was trying to loosen a rusty bolt at an odd angle. “Fuck.” As soon as he spat the word he spotted a small pair of lime green sneakers in front of the car. Lime green sneakers, white socks and the sapling-like shins of a child. A ratty looking teddy bear was hanging down beside the shins. He put down the ratchet and blew a sigh. He didn’t like...