Two Blue Lines
He thought they were soul mates, until the day she lifted her head from the toilet to answer his hesitant, hopeful question: “I hope not.”
Reflections
Rolling in the long grass, sipping sweet spirits, holding hands in the sun, kissing in the humid downpour. But that was last summer.
Dirty
She showers for the seventh time that morning. She can’t seem to wash away the filth, the blood, the semen.
First Kiss
As our lips joined, I touched the tip of his tongue with mine. He panicked and hurried back to his car. I jingled his car keys in the air.
The Philanderer
He played his hand early. Sliding his slender fingers up her skirt as she purred. It was only then that he realized she was actually a he.
Professor Plum’s Admission
I confess: I did it with Miss Scarlett in the Conservatory with a rope. Twice.