Skating Stories

Why is it that Rodin’s masterpieces are still the idols of artistic awe Because his touch has become the prototype found in all beauty Like in the sculpted dance of a priceless angel Where we’re both inside her every movement Because her movements are like Brahmsian symphonic tides As she dashes up like a fleeting gazelle Then disappearing into a whirling watercolor of grandeur Dropping again so that I may worship her fin...

Nina sat idly flicking through a few magazines while she was waiting for her appointment with the dentist. For the last three years, she and her mates had hit Southern California beaches, where they swam, surfed, danced and drank themselves silly for about three weeks solid.This year Nina wanted something different, a much more relaxing and hopefully a more romantic setting place to visit. She closed her eyes for a moment...

I was nineteen when I met Jeannie during my first week at college. She was a tall and tanned brunette with long flowing hair. Her drop dead gorgeous looks were combined with a slender body and an outstanding personality. At first our interactions consisted of nothing more than exchanging pleasantries as I was still a little shy. It was less than a year ago I had been in a relationship with Crystal, the mother of a girl I...