• Daniel looked around the room and then glanced at his watch. He called the desk and asked for a carafe of coffee and a bucket of ice, then looked to his other arrangements. He had put everything in place before heading down to the bar, but he wanted to make sure. He adjusted one item,…

  • It was carefully choreographed from the beginning: where to meet, when to meet, how to meet. What to wear. They’d chosen a hotel bar, something out of the Golden Age of Hollywood: dark-paneled, curving bar, well-lit without being glaring or over-bright. Waiters — they called them “servers” now — and bartenders (“mixologists”) were no longer…

  • She was thinking about the infinte possibilities for pleasure: it wasn’t, she realized, about the infinite small details that spring to mind in most people: what goes where, whose head is up and whose down, facing, bestride, top, bottom, back, front. Nor was it about specific acts, or actions — as pleasurable as they all…

  • The garret studio was not large, but it was comfortable: a plain table that doubled as a desk; a bed, a pair of library chairs for the table, a comfortable reading chair and side table for a sitting area, where the library chairs did double duty. On the table, a Temperanillo and two glasses. A…

  • “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” D was saying. S moaned her agreement — it was about as much as she could do. His voice, soft in her ear, sped along a direct path to her pelvis, to the delicate folds and knots of nerves centered there. He knew how to…

  • Her breasts were small — and perfect, he thought, as he used his lips and tongue to pull her nipple and areola into his mouth. She moaned softly, the nipple stiffening against his tongue, his teeth gently grazing wherever his tongue wasn’t circling and flicking. She moaned again, and he allowed his hands to range…

  • cats or dogsStar Wars or Star Trekoysters or clamssoup or saladChinese or Indiansushi or stir frybeef or chickenchicken or fishsoft or hardfast or sloworal or analropes or cuffsincense or candlesBushmills or Jameson’spaddle or palmbald or beardedtongue or teetheasy or intenseleg or breastlove or sexsex or lovenaughty or nicebold or gentlefingers or toeslight or darkday or…

  • You sit across from me at the table, smiling, sipping your wine. I close my eyes for a moment and I see quite a different tableau. You are not smiling; there is no wine — not for you. You look at the glass in my left hand, and look up at my face, asking with…

  • He bit down hard on her nipple, an act which he was sure would jangle her nerves in the best possible way. He was right, of course: he always was, and while she squirmed and thrashed she also marveled at his seemingly endless and endlessly intimate knowledge of her body. It had been like this…

  • “Hold still,” Ben commanded. Pamela wasn’t sure she could, although her limbs were bound tightly enough to make voluntary movement difficult. It was the involuntary movements that seemed to annoy and irritate Ben: the thrusts of her hips, the twisting of her upper body either towards or away from his fingers (depending on what those…