The morning sun eased into the dark night like a yolk river of light, spilling from the horizon where the darkness ran to hide. Still lying in bed, our bed, the hazy dimness of night became a ghost, as that yolk light seeped inside, brightening the glass window on the east wall. I looked at my husband. He always looked the most beautiful, illuminated by the sunrise. The naked of his skin vulnerable and unashamed next to m...

Guns have a recoil. I reminisced the impact in your embrace. You would tell me to aim for center mass, My eyes flinched, banging The heart. I ricocheted into your erection, Trembling from my ass Blinded by a flying bullet case. After using your Ammo, I glanced at you after The shot. Guns don't throb like hearts do. Earlier today, questioned by your friends, telling tales of the green beret. I was berated for saying I want...

The night is just beginning, the terraces are full and a snippet of a Dutch sentimental song is drifting from a pub. In the Red Light District there are a ladies behind the windows who look at Mark approvingly, but they refrain from really ogling him because he has me on his arm. There are drunken tourists, and a vagrant type is vomiting over the railing of a bridge. There is no doubt that Amsterdam is a unique city. 'Her...

I flung open the hood of Goof, my VW Golf, and drive through the sun-drenched Dutch countryside with my hair flapping. The radio is blaring, I am on my way to meet Mark at his boat in Rijpwetering. I am nervous, I cannot hide behind the keyboard today and I am afraid I will disappoint him. Only Rose and Simon know that I am going to do this, and they both wished me a lot of fun. This is not the time to start doubting or f...

It was a drunken mistake. An error in judgment. I shouldn’t have said it to her. Hell, I probably shouldn’t have even been in that bar. If I had been in my right mind, none of this wouldn’t have happened, and that’s a fact I’ll take with me for the rest of my life. The first thing that hit me when I stepped foot in the bar was the noise. It was as though the patrons and the jukebox were in a war to see if one could overpo...

“Justin, honey, did you order something?” “Huh?” I responded, hitting pause on my video game and glancing up at my wife, Candace. Even though we were in our forties and had been married for over eight years, I still found myself appreciatively checking out her ass in a tight pair of jeans as she peered through the window by the front door. “There’s a package out front,” she said. “I guess you’d better bring it in,” I said...

A rush of warm air hit me as I opened the door, twitching my nose to the sweet scent of banana bread. I shook off the snow from my fur and basked in the comfort of finally being home. My ears perked towards the kitchen. I could hear Sophie washing some dishes, softly humming a tune. I smiled, taking off my boots and closing the door. I slowly moseyed to the kitchen, my tail swooshing behind me in patient anticipation. “I...

The night moved by too fast, and she was starting to get disappointed that nothing had happened between them by the second half of the movie. The scene was dripping with sensuality: she sat right next to him on the big, plush couch in the dark while they watched a movie; their legs pressed against each other so that she could feel his body heat. His roommates had gone to San Francisco for the weekend, so they were complet...

One suggestion to those witchy guys and gals out there considering summoning a demon to curse their stupid, cheating exes: maybe don’t. After all, sometimes the spells that you find on those remote websites in the dark depths of the internet actually work, and then what? Then you end up with a six-foot-something hunk of man flesh in your way-too-small studio apartment with nowhere to put him, that’s what. It was the key q...

Aaron was debating going to the office party. He never went, but maybe this year he should go. He lived alone and often felt lonely. Socializing was just often difficult. He was into weird things and had a hard time not info-dumping on people during conversation. It always hurt when people would be into him, but then realize what it meant when he told them he had autism and then lost interest because they couldn’t handle...

Streams of mellow light splay over so slow through the blinds one could catch it, keep it in a jar, and watch it flicker. His hands follow the cool noon as it runs along her body—molds it into her skin with only the heat of his fingertips and his candor. It’s been around five minutes or hours or days or so. She’s not too sure. Time billows into a thing of raindrops and dotted lines ticking away as he leans forward to pres...