short stories

The Sex in The Library Challenge

For people who love books and reading, there’s just something sexy about bookstores and libraries. When talented erotica writer and blogger Remittance Girl recently issued a challenge to write a story about an erotic library or bookstore experience for a mini-site she was putting together, I had to participate.  Check out my story The Way of a Man With a

The Sex in The Library Challenge

For people who love books and reading, there’s just something sexy about bookstores and libraries. When talented erotica writer and blogger Remittance Girl recently issued a challenge to write a story about an erotic library or bookstore experience for a mini-site she was putting together, I had to participate.  Check out my story The Way of a Man With a

Happy Fucking Holidays

It’s a new year. Big fucking deal. An enormous, gaudy ball will fall in Times Square. People will party. Numbers will shift on the calendar. It never changes. Holidays keep coming, one after the other, all year long, all life long. Am I the only person who sees the futility in that? Don’t get me wrong. I’m not immune to

For Better or Worse

Him  His eyes were closed, but he knew her skin was California tan.  He imagined her running down a sandy beach somewhere, like in that movie.  He frowned, trying to remember the name of it.  It was on the tip of his tongue.  Fuck, he hated when that happened. She leaned forward, tendrils of her sun-kissed blonde hair caressing his

Paganini’s Muse

Sebastian’s manager pounded on his dressing room door; the beating of his fisted hands became percussion to the song Sebastian played on and on—bluesy and throbbing, sexual and haunting. The melody alternately cajoled and demanded, seduced and enchanted. Gifted, he was the current darling of the concert world. Radical and unorthodox, he was just as likely to play Black Sabbath