when it started raining a violent rain, I went out into the yard naked and stretched out on the thick lawn. It was grass that was well cared for. It was a warm, furious rain that came down at a slant on a warm night in July. It was dark. It was not my yard. It wasContinue reading “rain”
From my bed, I no longer hear the murmur of ambient music on my sound system slyly lulling me to sleep. Instead, I hear the wind swishing coarsely through the spaces between buildings with the force of a flash flood through a slot canyon. Branches on the trees are being battered, rapping against my window & gratingContinue reading “wind advisory”
She held her Chablis over her double Ds during her solo lunch at the Thai bistro, placed onto the rim of her glass her two lips plumped with Restylane then fluttered a set of eyelashes worthy of the iconic Marlene.
The webcam chick with the gorgeous face and body and long brunette hair performed for her fans in her bedroom but the real erotic attraction was not her sexual play but the way that her witchy eyes eagerly watched the comments spill all over her computer screen as she unsnapped her bra and slipped out of her thong.
An american girl as wholesome-looking as you please squatted atop a glass coffee table naked in a ritzy contemporary-style home in the suburbs and peed and then slammed down in a stabbing motion a glass jelly suction-cupped dildo that i thought seemed rather appealing — with its fruit stripe- or jelly bean-inspired color scheme — and would actually consider purchasing ,Continue reading “glass jelly”
As we packed boxes in her bedroom for her to move downtown, the chill track on Pandora sounded like seduction or something like the unimpeded breach of taboo or seeping glops of wildflower honey from a tabletop onto a white-tiled floor in a sterile room or like the dirty downfall of someone stoic or a secret animal or quiet uncaging of a deep-rootedContinue reading “undulating terrain”
Loud rap music in the empty downtown Las Vegas parking lot Marco had a boom box going in his car he was taking selfies with his girl on a warm damp cloudy Saturday morning near Mingo’s Kitchen & Lounge like street performers they were having a pop-up party with not another soul around their frontContinue reading “empty parking lot”