... Intoxicating. I wanted to fuck her more than any woman on earth. Such fury. Such fire. Such passion. I had to taste it, and my mouth was dry and metallic from wanting her. She wasn't so special. Three or four women on the aircraft outdid her at face-value. But there was something about this pocket-rocket powder-keg, about the way she walked and swung her hips, about the aggressive set of her face, that put her on the menu in bold type. I knew, I just knew, the tension so obviously stretching her nerves could be turned into combustible carnal energy at the right time and place ... Full Stories

... It was time to get down and dirty. The field was under starter's orders. The gentlemen had started their engines. The contestants had touched gloves. We'd been through set- your-marks and there was only go to go. But I was loitering without intent. Somehow it wasn't right. It was like a friend bringing you a gift of a beautiful big barramundi from his great fishing trip. Only you never wanted the fucking fish; you wanted the fucking trip. I became tentatively and tepidly naked ... Full Stories