Once the limo dropped him off, all Andrew Lyne Barrett could think about was a decent coffee and a hot shower. And bed. Solo, not shared. The marathon 69 contest with a nubile starlet du jour — his reward for enduring eleven weeks of flubbed steps, sour notes and thespian tantrums in LaLa Land — nearly caused him to miss his flight but was worth the last-minute sprint through the terminal. Things went downhill from there....

Dawn If absence makes a dick grow impatient, the proof blasts through my bedroom window from the dick's muffler-challenged Camaro, twenty minutes early and fumigating the yard with thunderheads of exhaust. Every bump in the driveway extorts a creaky toll from the rustbucket suspension as gears grind to a prowl, then clunk into 'park' by the back door. My topless companion sports dreamily slitted eyes and a wrist tent in h...

Lita's cinnamon-heart vortex pulls taffy from the kingpin's grizzled candyfloss. Four decades of bubblegum diva ambition knelt in vain, warned industry gossip. Stage-tight chaps swagger into the suite, red-glaring rockets launched. From behind, each ravishes the worshiping fellatrix to a simmer, unsheathes, offers the mogul a taste. Gateway licks breed hardcore gluttony. Throat serially plugged, cravings uncloseted, the s...

Teri "Going over Dawn's today?" Aunt Denise asks without looking up from the newest Uncle Henry's classifieds. The overhead kitchen bulb shimmers in her teacup and burnishes her auburn topknot. Framed in the window is one of those typical maritime days when cotton bales of fog ghost the peninsula, monopolizing the air with their wetsuit chill.  "No, she's got a dentist appointment in Brunswick." And yesterday's sun packed...

*Teri* By noon, the sky is a clean slate in a color movie stars, myopic or not, would want to tint their contacts. Beyond the shore break's pearly grin, Dawn and I are frolicking like seals between gentle sapphire swells and a young summer sun that blazes without a care in the world.I'm squinting against the sequinned glare when a tug at my hip whirls me around. Mischief glitters with ebony brilliance from my new friend's...

Keys click. Deserted welcome.  Scalding tears and suds purge her dutiful whereabouts. Beloved mom. Finite, fading.  Just like his understanding? Last week's soiree haunts the steam-curled solitude: carefree flirtations, a predator's perfume...amuse-bouches for a life-starved husband. Her eyes burn with soap and premonitions of rented release. Sylphlike fingers surround stiffened neglect, guide its escape from guilt. Engul...

His scarlet throb traces my lips, slickens them in a honeyed froth. Though blinded by silk noir haze, I divine its hue from its hardness.  It probes, a plum brimming with the taste of his control, the first breach of unclothed submission. I open for the deepest kiss I can bestow, all its flickering wiles unleashed to swipe desire's tears until his swollen rage strains as one with my bindings.  Heat withdraws. I breathe fr...

January 2019Half an inch from clearing the history, the cursor skids to a halt when five forgotten downloads rivet her attention. What was an innocent routine of moving some trip photos between devices takes a disturbing twist as a seaside day's souvenirs are eclipsed by the radioactive, quintet wink of his name.  Their viewer's carefully applied cosmetic calm dissolves as if the screen's icy flicker were a bank of thousa...

Tranquilized by the tide's rhythmic whoosh, I'm drifting into a solar-powered nap when a cavalry of baritone chatter trumpets reveille. My head abandons its forearm pillow, radar ready to scope out the hung and the shirtless. "New arrivals, two o'clock." A pack of upperclassmen - Bowdoin, probably - shucks and tosses to reveal a range of abs from washboards to kettles. Like domesticated Kalahari warriors, they've staked t...

His shorts are down. It's the heat, he tells himself. Confined, the sudden uncoiling tightness threatens to burst the seams on its own. Released, it feels even hotter than the midday Mediterranean steam into which it thrusts, broad and solid as a Moorish column, primed for conquest. Astringent swallows of tempranillo evaporate in a fruity warmth of enablement along his throat, and loosened inhibitions mingle with elevated...

**Teri** Welcome to another misty noon in Moose Bridge Harbor - the Bridge, as locals say - where the air looks as if it's been jetted from a vaporizer and even a flying volleyball seems to gather dewdrops. Blame the sleep-sucking heatwave back home in the Hudson Valley that's frying car seats (and the screaming thighs that weld to them) for the sixth day in a row. Even from Portland to Presque Isle, it's reported that si...

Just because Bay Regional's star senior quarterback, Reid Collins, is going steady with Lissa Brewer doesn't mean he isn't hooking up with me every Tuesday after team workouts. You'd think with all the money her folks have from owning half the real estate on the peninsula that they would've gifted Princess Lissa with a boob job for her eighteenth. She's cute enough--unofficial law for a head cheerleader--but flat as a pie...

I can't believe I aced Mr. Kirby's final. Actually, yes, I can. Studied my butt off for it and that's the one I was worried about. Wonder how Roxanne-Doe-Eyes fared; she probably got the same grade even though all she does in class is admire her latest manicure. It's so obvious she has Mr. Kirby wrapped around her airbrushed pinky finger from the way his face lights up as if her boobs are about to pop her blouse every tim...

Except for her hypnotic performance, everything around him was fading. Spotlights dimmed. Shapes blurred. His senses were commandeered by the ferocious throb threatening to burst his strained Burberry flat fronts. Somewhere at the other end of the main gallery, his wife would be mingling amongst semi-circled acolytes accessorized with flutes of half-drunk Lyme Bay, joining in buzzed homage to the controversially explicit...

The sender's name on the new message notification read 'TheChatWhisperer.' The drink in the recipient's hand went airborne. Shauna, who was still a bit groggy after the intense dream she'd been reluctant to leave, could hardly believe her eyes. Or her luck. Burton? Is that you? She was wide awake now and eager to reconnect with the mysterious, supernatural stranger who appeared in her flat from out of thin air only that v...