Prelude Stories

We were young, remember? Only just of age, lying, after warm kisses, Bathed by jasmine on the breeze, On mossy foothills, dappled With the blue of myriad gentian, Outshone only by your lustrous eyes Gazing up into mine, And then, beyond me, to snow-coated Matterhorn looming over us.   That killer peak offered challenge But a more sensuous venture lured us, With that jasmine-scented breeze Blessing our mood, I asked the qu...

The error was unforgivable, especially for someone who prided herself on being so careful. I told myself it was the carelessness itself that was bothering me, and not my bruised ego. I was, I told myself, above having my feelings hurt when I read what she’d said about me in an email to a different playmate. As far as she knew, her email meant for the “kinky M&A man” had not accidentally gone to me instead. The bulk of the...