He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her, but she smelled so damn good and the feel of her lips around his cock made his heart race. He couldn’t wait to see her again… and again. He filled her house with flowers until the place looked like a funeral parlor. He drove by her… Continue reading Summer of Love
Category: The Epochs
Mourning Doily
“Mourning doesn’t come all at once,” I remind myself. I’ve been up and at it for a couple of hours. Had my coffee, made the beds, did the left over dishes, sorted through the mail. I am on my second load of laundry, sitting in front of the dryer folding. I am pulling at a… Continue reading Mourning Doily
Down in the Splits, Up in a Backbend
She had taken many dance classes over the years: tap, ballet, Hawaiian, jazz, African Haitian, but her true love was modern. She got to class a half hour early, do one hundred crunches, stretch, and be totally warmed up before one of the goddesses (as she called the instructors) came in to teach the… Continue reading Down in the Splits, Up in a Backbend
That Carrie Moment
She was beautiful, ripe as a peach in mid-summer with luscious willing lips and long reddish blond hair. Mothers with sons worried. They talked among themselves. They knew how vulnerable their boys were to the wiles of a free spirited young girl. “He’s not going out with that Wild Jane, is he?” “Oh boy, you… Continue reading That Carrie Moment
Crushed
He really wasn’t much to look at, but he was funny and smart and shy and he sang off key and he was her First Love. She was thirteen; he was nineteen – not exactly a match since she wasn’t allowed to date yet. But her dad relented when First Love came to him directly… Continue reading Crushed