• Writer

    The writer sends her butterflies. The man makes the gooseflesh rise on her arms. The writer arouses her with his words. The man’s glance in her direction makes her wet. The writer’s stories fuel her fantasies. The man takes her hand and lives them with her. The writer spreads open her mind. The man spreads…

  • Insatiable

    “Again, please?” She looked up at him, pleading, wanting to start all over again even knowing that he needed some time. He smiled. “Patience, pet.” She sighed and tried to collect her thoughts, which seemed to buzz and fly about inside her head like a thin and slow swarm of butterflies; each time she thought…

  • Possession

    I wake and watch you sleep: the windows are open, and the air has turned chilly; you’ve slipped into panties and a camisole that do exactly they should: reveal all to me even while concealing. I look around the room at the strewn clothing, left wherever it fell in our initial anxiousness, eagerness, overwhelming desire…

  • Unveiling

    My lips move from yours, traveling down across your jaw to find the sweet spot on your throat. My hands emerge from the tangle of limbs to unfasten your blouse, one button at a time. My teeth graze your neck and I can taste your skin, feel its heat. My mouth moves again, across your…

  • First Glances

    You are sitting at the bar, waiting for me; you arrived a few minutes early and ordered a Malbec, which sits on the bar in front of you. You’re glancing at the door, watching new arrivals, wondering which is me. The last week has been intense, between the email flirting, your own day of admitted…

  • Macaron

    It was a gorgeous morning in late spring. She was sitting on a bench in the park; he asked if he might join her. She nodded and returned to her book, he pretended to check his email. He watched the park, he watched the sky. He watched her: her eyes moving across and down the…

  • Subway Stop

    She noticed him not because he was extraordinary, but because he seemed always to be there. Just over there, on the platform opposite. An ordinary-looking man, pleasant but nondescript — ordinary. Ash-blond hair that was thinning, a fact he made no effort to hide; spectacles that complemented his features well: dark frames that set off…

  • Plenty

    When Amanda woke with a start, she thought at first the dream was real. Of course she did; everyone does. She took deep breaths: “It was only a dream,” she told herself. But so vivid, it scared her. She thought about waking David, for the company and to just talk it out. But, “That’s silly.…

  • Shower

    The steady, hot pulse of the water tingles on the skin, awakening every cell. It’s a counterpoint to the smoothness of your skin, your body in my rough workman’s hands. I lather the sponge and scrub your back, then turn you roughly to face me. I watch the water flow across your shoulders and down…

  • Sensual Encounter

    I see you come into the bar; you don’t notice me, but you are unmistakable. Simply, elegantly, wonderfully dressed: a black cocktail dress, stockings, heels. The effect is almost heart-stopping, and much as I’ve been looking forward to a drink I am now in a hurry to get you out of the bar. But I’ve…