Janie McClendon’s wedding went off without a hitch. As Caleb Tanner engaged in conversations with the throng of friends and relatives from all over Lofton County and beyond during the reception and extensive after-party, he overheard more than one person credit Missy Jo Baines with ensuring that everything went so smoothly. Although not a part of the wedding party, she took part behind the scenes, assisting the frazzled m...

“Quite a storm –“ Caleb heard a sweet female voice call out while he was nailing a new rail onto his side of the fence. She may have finished with something about “blue” and “night”, but the creaking, shuffling, and rustling from a wind gust muddled the words. When he turned to respond, he tried to conceal the excited breath he drew in at the sight. The woman’s hips filled out her little blue jean shorts, and her movement...

I've been horny and hungry driving around this desolate town in the midst of a storm. There's no available room to sleep in. Even the pump's twenty-four-hour convenience store and the diner across the street are closed. My sense of adventure is thinning out. Out of the blue, my hitchhiker asked, "Do you want to tick seven items off your bucket list?" I agreed. An hour later, we found ourselves on the rooftop of an abandon...

Stinging raindrops collide with blossom petals, and the wind showers them upon us. Amidst fuschia pink and slate grey, we battle to slay the beasts within. Writhing on his impalement, he must see me like this, relentless and impassioned for what I crave. Snorted air stings with ozone, and deep watery kisses are my inspiration. Clinging to life, the intense waves of ecstasy wash the fight from me. I am rising, and he is fa...

Outside the glass walls bolts of ice-white lightening fracture the roiling gray clouds. In the humid greenhouse, her head reels from the chaos of exotic colors and scents.  Atop the potting bench, she nestles into the mound of dark, rich soil. Eyes closed, blouse open, she kneads her naked breasts with earth besmirched hands, relishing the grainy touch. Dress pulled up, fingers tease out the burgeoning blossom from beneat...

Opening the terrace doors, the thunder's reverberation rolls through the room. Threads of falling water glint a skein of gold in the candle light. I turn to you, stretched out on burgundy velvet, bound with black silk cords, skin glowing white with a marbling of palest blue. Your low, pleading moans caress my ears. I can see your want, your need, seeping already. How shall I take you tonight? The long, aching tease? The s...

Desperate fingers claw for purchase on sweat-streaked skin that snake-like writhes and strikes with vicious thrusts.Ravenous for la petite mort, we seize our own gratification with the biting teeth and bruising hands of urgency and indifference.No love lives in a raging tempest. We are lost in fervour as fierce as a hurricane yet empty but for the force of the gale.With a shaking crescendo of aching muscles and hot saliva...

Almost midnight. Funny how you can tell time by the goings-on. Martha Turnbuckle finishes her trite about the day’s news; more ‘what’s trending’ than actual news, or so it seems. I down the last of my beer while staring at her cleavage on the screen as I ponder whether or not to have one more round. The anchor starts to wrap up with some witty nonsense, while my wife finishes the dishes or whatever she’s doing in the kitc...

I don’t know what makes me tingle so much. I suppose it could be the heat on my skin or the warm breeze lapping around all the sensitive parts of my body. It could be the fact that I am naked and slowly walking towards her. It could be that we are outdoors and that she is casually resting against the wooden fencing of this grand colonial style house. What makes my body tingle the most is the water. I love the feel of rain...