I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping. Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe peach and wide...
During the second term of my freshman year at City College in New York – this was the spring of 1974 – I had an unusual professor for one of my English courses. His name was Gordon Raskin, he was a specialist in Medieval Literature, and he was thirty-six-...
Coming out of a reverie, I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I’d been staring at a blank slide in my Power Point presentation for fifteen minutes. I was supposed to give a presentation on conflict dynamics in family systems for class at Clinton State University...
I awoke the next morning to the initial thought that it had been all a dream. However once I ran my hand over my body and found the massive melons on my chest and looked around the bedroom, I realized it had all been real. I was still a little sticky from...
Quasi Cielo (Almost Heaven)Forward: Thank You Lady C for the title and inspiration for this story, and for one of the best cups of coffee I have ever tasted. This is all fantasy as much as I wished it could be real, it is something that can never be, only...
