The cop uniform is the only thing that keeps me from losing it right there, I think I actually started to tremble the one time it was you in normal clothes on a sidewalk by the bank, I left right away to go sleep it off, because of the risk of cardiac failure. It is not exactly a normal day when the stabbing chest pains are my favorite thing.

"I can't believe you said that" and he said "what?" and she said "that was just uncalled for, you're just mean" and recoiling he repeated a "what?" before he remembered his words, "I fucked solid chunks out of your elite sculptor woman last night" and suddenly agreed, he had crossed a line, how was the sculptor woman supposed to be thought of this ( Read more... )

She waved her hands about for inflection as she sat before him, explaining the complicated small print on his contract. He daydreamed about the secret life of those red tipped fingers. How animated did they become during a long, relaxing shower? How hard did she bite her left thumb, while applying even, firm circles on her clit with the right ( Read more... )

This is where I sat and waited for you as the sun started to sparkle back, the recovery from mono complete, music like I'd never heard before, plants in the window, the amazingly detailed jelly beans, the lumbering difficulty sprawling through their uncapped containment at 3am, the scattering of the amazingly detailed jelly beans all across the ( Read more... )

It was Hungry Papa who taught us how to lick the bowl. At supper he would slurp the soup and wipe up every bit of greasy broth with his thick quick tongue. This looked like fun to me. Mama thought this a bad example and hollered, "Stop." One tome I thought I saw her sucking on a spoon. But I know now, that was young imagination on the run.

When she says, "Lick my attitude," run. She'll take you in the woods behind the State School, eat your feta, and complain, "Your pita's too dry." Saying, "Let's pretend," she'll bounce your libido off the seat of her '89 Mercury. Your Mojo will work overtime while the back-to-work whistle blows. Too late, you'll realize she's eaten your lunch ( Read more... )

When she says, “Lick my attitude,” run. She'll take you in the woods behind the State School, eat your feta, and complain, “Your pita’s too dry.” Saying, "Let's pretend," she’ll bounce your libido off the seat of her '89 Mercury. Your Mojo will work overtime while the back-to-work whistle blows. Too late, you’ll realize she’s eaten your lunch ( Read more... )

She feels it, but perhaps all that shiny armor deflects the heat because he moves as if he hasn’t even broken a sweat yet ( Read more... )

I wonder about fingerprints on skin and footprints in carpet and the double helix of DNA in traces of saliva and sweat left behind ( Read more... )