Every question possesses a power often lost in the answer... - Unknown “Do you love me?” They are delicately spoken, gentle and tentative in their utterance. But words whose import nonetheless, carries like a gunshot - the bullet having shattered the glasshouse of her own crippling, internalised phobia, at long last. She waits, perfectly still, …
Bibliotheque – By Pier29
I am a librarian. I work in the Reading Room of the State Library. Some would consider the atmosphere tedious, but I love my work. Inside each book there is a universe, yet I am surrounded by an overwhelming silence. There is a peace and refinement in this old building with its domed ceiling of …
Departure – By Pier29
We closed ourselves inside for days before her departure; just living off of each other and far away from the rest of the world. I had her all to myself. The taxi arrived ahead of schedule. It had to wait. I stood and watched as it left with her. Coming away from the window, …
For Your Eyes Only – By Pier29
The sun's rays flow freely through the open French-doors of John and Marlena's bedroom. Two half-naked bodies lay spooned together beneath a thin cotton sheet on the king size bed; both peaceful in their slumber. Risky? Yes. Especially with two impressionable children in the house that may come bouncing in at any given moment but …
In The Middle of Nowhere – By Pier29
This is a lengthy drive; all stretches of straight, dusty road. I cannot stand this sweltering heat. I hope John appreciates my doing this. My short cotton skirt and singlet do nothing to ease my distress. My thighs stick to the vinyl as I drive for miles. There is no sign of life on this …
Santa Gets Spanked – By Pier29
He stands there before the mirror, clad only in a towel tied loosely around his lower torso. He sees her standing there in the reflection of the mirror, in her "surprise" no less, admiring him. He grins from ear to ear, as he can't wait to see what she has in store for him. …
Unravel – By Pier 29
When I touched her between the legs I felt nothing. Oh, I felt flesh, I felt fluid, I felt her shiver and heard her gasp in response, but what I felt was nothing that could be named. All I knew instinctively was that this is Marlena; her heat, it flowed, it slid beneath my fingers, …
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