her heart just nodded knowingly ....yes, dear

“Who says?” she purred in reply “They all do” he countered smiling , chewing on an ice cube “All of them, huh?” She leaned forward, raising a wicked left eyebrow and whispered, “And just who are they, anyway?”

I'm an artist, baby. We make our own rules.

We both looked toward the house. We could just make out a light that was barely visible coming from the side where their bedroom window was. Slowly an evil grin appeared on Darrell's face. He looked at the knife in his hand. "This will do it!" he sa

I knew what to expect. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was in Greg’s genes. That was easy. It was animal. Instinct lights the path, and our bodies follow the light. The real mystery is the who am I question. It drove Hamlet to murder, and l

I have done this beforethis looking for my lost selfbut always with the goalof getting his interest backwhere it belonged,arranging myself seductivelyon the bed or in the kitchen:the two battlegrounds for winning a man.Or so I was told.Now I want to know only myselfnot the…

To touch himis to be a traitor to myself,to comfort or soothe himis treason punishable by death,to allow him an iota of humanityis to add another reasonto the ever lengthening listof why I should not go.Instead of just leaving.

He would lean on his window sill in the evening and watch the whores. They wore gaudy clothes and too much makeup.