My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Claudine preferred her men bald. She even seduced a few admirers to shave their heads. “Why run your fingers through his hair when stroking his naked scalp is much more sensual,” she’d coo. In reality, her cranial petting was more explorative than erotic. As a practitioner of the defunct medical field of phrenology, she was … Continue reading The measure of a man
I keep a box of sterile, disposable gloves in my kitchen. I hate handling raw meat, or smelly stuff (read: onions and the Stilton blue cheese I get for my son.) I wear gloves, a lot - easy on, easy off. Because I use so many of them, I have to replace them on the … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Reality
“D’rum, d’rum, d’rum, d’rrrrrrumm, d’rrrrrrummmmm, er d’ruh, er d’ruh, errrr d’rum.” It wasn’t his gibberish that woke her. He was speaking so softly, she had to lean in close to hear what he was saying. What woke her was it wasn’t his usual train-engine snoring. Every night for weeks, he repeated the word, “d’rum.” He … Continue reading Somniloquy
His seemingly boneless body melted into a puddle of sunlight flooding through the French doors, his soft purring the only proof of life. A morning of intense parkour - ranging along the couch back, hopping to the desk top, skipping across towering bookshelves, to defying gravity arcing vertical walls - exhausted him. Conservation of movement … Continue reading A puddle of sunlight
“I thought I broke him.” The lament was uttered in hushed tones over a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a dollop of marshmallow whip floating on the surface. A smudge of the sticky confection dotted the speaker’s nose. Her lavender eyes were brimming with tears. Her companion couldn’t help but giggle a little into her … Continue reading Jelly Ol’ Elf
Her latest tattoo spelled out, “CAUTION: CONTENTS HOT.” The tight, single line of black block capitals positioned just above the crack of her ass was underlined by the crimson lace thong peeking over her jeans’ waistband. If there was any justice, instead of the self-aggrandizement of her callipygian figure, the tat would serve as a … Continue reading Closing time
Thin spiral notebook 