His fingers tease expertly at my neck's nape. Fixing me in position, urging me onwards as, head in his lap, I suckle hungrily on the expanding popsicle nestling in my mouth. My tongue swirls about his thick-veined muscle; foreskin withdrawn, smooth dome pressing insistently. I gurgle and splutter; dribble flecks decorating my wide pulled lips. His fingers tighten their controlling grip, guiding my bobbing head for his del...

It had been over a decade since I had seen my mother. Kind of a problem when after she and my dad got divorced, she decided to move back home to Australia and I remained here in the US with dad. We continued to write back and forth, and occasional phone calls but that was about it. She did come up when I was starting High School, along with her new husband, and my little brother and sister.   Amelia was cute, all of aroun...

My eyes hoard tears. First, from pride, Afraid to be weak Under the Power. Now, my tear hoard Holds its treasure For the Power’s pleasure.   The paddle cracks Like thunder. The Power’s pleasure Is my pain. My tears will come, The Power’s glory, But an easy tear Mocks the Power. An honest tear Celebrates my Suffering.   The paddle’s grain Marks my flesh. It is hard, I am soft. It draws color From my skin, Beauty From my ey...

Winter came in mid-July Bright, hot sun, Yet frost in my heart. You had gone away No words, only emptiness My life suspended People spoke, friends consoled But there was no you. Nature’s Winter came, Never matching the frosts I carried inside. Self-harming, I walked tree-shaded, Paths we had shared, Almost bathing in that pain, No bitterness, only tears And longing. Only snowdrops garland February, Yet from that promise O...

She was so beautiful. She was certainly better-looking than the Missus. Even better than my hot neighbor that I think has been making eyes at me for a year. And she had a spirit about her. A buoyancy. That annoying effervescence teenage girls have that is so sexy. She was lovely, loving and loveable. Those dimples. The curly brown hair. The soft bare shoulder sticking out of my over-sized white T-shirt she was using like...

CHAPTER 37 They say timing is everything. Well, I guess that’s so. But, the timing can be either good or not good. It was real bad in the Hindu Kush, and, depending on one’s perspective, my latest foray into the matter of timing could be seen either way. I knew Harriet had delivered my message to the clan Cord. I’d thanked her profusely for that. And then I decided to make my re-acquaintance with by bud John Daniels. “I’d...

Mike had just turned sixteen the year his older sister Mandy had her heart broken by her boyfriend and he felt terrible for her. He adored his sister and she him. They had spent so much time together that it raised many eyebrows in the community including those of their parents. It seemed as though they were constantly explaining that they just enjoyed each others company.Mike and Mandy would only laugh when they heard st...

The tears I cryfall from eyesthat one time had forgottenhow to weephow to sigh       from lovemisbegottenFreely flowingremembering painfeeling once againeasily nowlike dew thew fallafter mournings reignMy heart is hurt this final timean ending to a gameit's over nowI've lost againA player never morebut the bittersweet memoryhow to cryreopens a rusted door

You kept my tears as souvenirs.Played upon my darkest fears.Held my heart in contempt.Used me till I was totally spent.Yet I continued to come back for more.No matter how many times you slammed the door.I only wanted to be held by you,Nothing mattered till I knew.How you really felt inside.It was then I finally cried.Your indifference in the open, unable to hide.The nature of your deception, even your body lied.You never...