“I’m sorry, but we just don’t know.” That phrase, and its myriad variations, was one I’d heard a lot in the past three months. That’s how long Liz had been in her coma. She was driving home late from her office, and then… something happened. Her car went...
That wasn’t the last time that we had sex; far from it. If Allison felt the need, she would initiate, and I usually responded positively. If I felt the need, she never turned me down, no matter how tired she was. I was never cruel with her, always making...
She grabbed my attention, with the note she sent to my phone. “I'll be the flame that dances in your eyes, the lingering scent in your sheets, an eternal seduction that whispers through the silence, an intimate siren call of desire and connection.” Words...
It's taken Jill a few hours and a few joints to finally settle down from the emotional high she's been on since she left Chicago. She hasn't felt the same since she woke up from her hypnotic trance with Maggie in the wee hours of this morning. She doesn't...
Waking up under a bridge not knowing where you are, is a pretty damn scary feeling. All I remembered was having a terrible argument with Tim which had turned into a knock-down drag-out fight. I’d thrown a beer bottle at him — then damn if he hadn’t thrown...
