Whispered words accompanied by soft lips brushing my neck are all it takes to make my skin blush and tingle with delight. The stroke of a finger on my cheek, sweeping stray tendrils of hair from my face, causes butterflies to stir. The glint in your eye as I bite my lip, anticipating what will come next. The crush of your lips garners a whimper of lust, and my legs go weak. The first kiss, long and lingering as your mouth...

The Security Guard "I-I'm sorry," I stammered awkwardly, "I guess I didn't expect 'Dr. Thorpe' to be a woman." Dr. Stephanie Thorpe fixed me with a look, the one shrinks always do where it feels like they're reading your mind. "Do you have an issue with that?" she said, piercingly. "No, not at all!" I wasn't lying, either. I worked with plenty of women in my job as it was, and I'd grown used to the soppy ‘talk about your...

You're sitting at the bar, every woman around you vying for your attention. The blonde touches your arm, pouting when you don’t acknowledge her. The brunette’s tits fall out of her dress, yet you don’t notice them. The tall, exotic-looking woman with jet-black locks trailing past her shapely ass is making come-fuck-me eyes at you, but you act as if she’s invisible. You stand and, to their chagrin, walk to me and take me i...

The Psychologist I stepped into my office, and luxuriated in the warm Friday morning sun as it hit my forehead. I sat down at my desk, confident I was ready for my task ahead. The metal plate in front of me proudly displayed my name to the world: Dr. Victor Thorpe, PhD. Another day of untangling the mystery that is the human mind. For the past twenty-five of my fifty-one years, I have dealt with addictions, fears, compuls...

Whose independence we were celebrating was up for debate. The ballroom was resplendent in the colors of our amnesic state, five pointed stars gilded with gold, sparkled from the arched indigo ceiling, in constellations, as if to mock the truths that the founders foretold. On the terrace arrogant men roared lies about their sexual prowess to tarts dressed in frocks hemmed at the buttocks and necklines down to their navels....

Love? Oh, yes. Don’t count the years. Count all the good things. Memories, flash like comets Fired from some ethereal cannon. No need to light a magic fuse. Just seeing my lady in her armchair Lovely lips smiling ‘neath silvered hair, A smile, that draws me back A long-gone seventy-two years Our first youthful party kiss, warm and gentle Her head moved back to smile, I caught that smile And kept it, hidden for a while. Lo...

I see an older couple walking hand in hand, They have been together forever, Walking in perfect unison, step by step, side by side.   Suddenly he stops and pulls her close, As he whispers in her ear, she giggles and starts to blush. He softly kisses her lips and takes her hand again.   Twenty years later I still remember the day we met, You the strong, quiet man and me the slightly unsure woman. My heart skipped as you sa...

I hate feeling like I was never enough. I always thought that your soul bled all over mine and we were forever intertwined.  I'm weary of begging you to love me.     I don't care how bad it hurts. You're always under my skin, it burns.  I try to move on with someone new,  my thoughts are forever on you.    I close my eyes while I'm with him. Struggling to compare him to you. But your kiss is so lethal, this is an upheaval...