Status Stories

The woman stared up from the recliner at the study's ceiling tiles, their geometry an irritating counterpoint to the tumbling thoughts beneath her silver bob. Consternation creased her exquisitely manicured eyebrows. "Surely one should not behave in such a manner, should one? It’s simply not proper." She brought cherry polished nails to one cheek and gave it an idle scratch. "At fifty-five, one should know better. But wha...

Secreted elixir, Chamberlains’ lust,Primal rhythms pilot his thrust, Masculine Eros, royal driblet,Measured commander, penning couplet. Leaving the fields of the slain uncollected,Gaining on she, this ripe queen unprotected,Scheming for days, his desire effected,She waits in her chamber for love intersected.She of patrician, he of high state,Her ravenous beauty she uses as bait,Her mote needing crossing, he takes the lead...