bittersweet |
The dinner check was sitting on the table, and they were enjoying the
warm sea air off the balcony of the restaurant. He had planned this
night for quite a while, a little stress relief from the hus...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Nov 2009 00:39:00 GMT |
hidden eyes |
The watcher sat at the bar drinking a scotch rocks and feeling the coldwater drip from the smooth glass toward the crotch of pants already alittle moist from the scene. The focus of attention was a co...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:39:00 GMT |
The office (part II) |
His mouth opened once, but nothing came out but an unintelligible mumble. She smiled slyly at the complement, then ran a finger of her free hand seductively down her torso and into the wetness that wa...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:03:00 GMT |
A kiss goodnight |
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Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 21:49:00 GMT |
The office, part I |
It had been a hard day. It had been a really hard day. It had been the kind of day where he was going to fucking kill the next son of a bitch that he saw. Fortunately for all sons of bitches, he was u...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 13:51:00 GMT |
The loft (part II) |
He tried not to show her that his breathing quickened, but he was almost certain she could see how her words affected him slightly lower on his body. Not wanting to rush the moment, he reached up and ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 12:09:00 GMT |
The loft |
He let himself in to the studio, knowing she would be painting today.He had come to offer to take her to lunch, knowing she had probablybeen up all night in one of her artistic frenzies. There would b...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 23:44:00 GMT |
saphire eyes in the fall |
When I look at you your eyes race toward me as in a dream,enveloping me and leaving reality behind for mere mortalsTemptation's pull is the greatest force and reality is only a distant memory, faded l...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 06:06:00 GMT |
D |
D
He was mezmerized. He had been for years actually, but now the sweetest hint of perfume was real and not imagined. All the nights he had stared at her picture, wanting to belive he would be right h...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:42:00 GMT |
Brown Grass |
When I was young my house was the one where all the kids came to play. While other dads kept their yards manicured and green, ours was more often strips of brown in a diamond shape during baseba...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 06:58:00 GMT |
