I walked up the four wooden steps to the front door of the small, lake house, breathing heavily due to the increased altitude; the weathered wood panels and red tin roof beckoning me back to childhood summers spent in the splendor of calmness and nature....
It was one of those sultry afternoons when even lifting a cup of coffee to one’s lips was almost too much of an effort. There was not even a breath of wind to stir the dust in the gutters, the air was thick and cloying, and his clothes hung damply on his...
Jimmy called. Parents off to Tahoe, come on up. He had three ounces and tickets for the 'Mo to see Joplin and The Dead. I jump-thumbed to Santa Barbara, then scored a longy to San Jose. Dude was cool and we grooved right off. When we hit the city, he par...
When I was born, fifty-two years ago, I was a chubby baby with a very light complexion and a head full of red hair. I was a contrast to my siblings, as they all had a complexion darker than mine, and darker hair. We used to spend our summer vacations at t...
I remember the scent of the flowers in the wind,The rustle of lush leaves in the soft air.The high-pitched giggles of children playing just out of sight.The feel of your hand in mine, warm and sticky in the summer heat.The buzz of bumble bees as they flit...
Summer meadow scent of freshly cut grass fills my nostrils, my ears are captivated by the splashing noise the kids make in the inflatable pool. Any given day it’d be an idyllic way to spend my afternoon. But today, as I’m reading Lush on my phone… Oh go...
In the sixth form, I developed a bit of a schoolgirl crush on Emma Richmond, who was in the year above me. I didn’t exactly desire her sexually (I was quite busy enough giving hand and blow jobs to the boys in my class) but she was everything I was trying...
Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue. Passion s...
It's almost unbearably hot. All the windows are open yet no cooling breeze dares to enter the sunlit hotel room. The only thing the beads of moisture on your naked skin can pick up is the slight movement of air as I pass your bound body, the gentle pressu...
The vibe wasn’t uncomfortable, but Daisy couldn’t ignore its presence. Shaped roughly like a U, there were two halves molded to the contours of her body. The internal end was bulbous and about four inches deep. It was designed to stimulate her g-spot. The...
On the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, Lenore and I went out by bus to Pelham Bay Park and Orchard Beach. We weren’t going to swim that day, just walk around. We had gotten off the bus as it entered the park so we could do just that. It was a ghastly hot day...
As the sun gets lower The nights grow longer than ever The warmth and joy of Summer Feels like it’s gone and returning never Winter moves in with fingers of ice Bringing with it cold and fear Tearing away the last vestige of light Spending its time remo...
“Here,“ mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets – probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apar...
