Archive | 05.01.2010

  •  The Beach
    I love the beach. I love everything about it, especially the smell. It feels renewing to me the way the water washes over the sand, cleansing and adding life to what would otherwise be only dust. I've been coming to this beach for nearly a year, and am far more taken with this view and atmosphere than any other I've seen before. I come here to feel alive, and to search myself. I see a cute, little cat scouring the water's edge for scraps or a remnant of the day's festivities that's been washed ... more

  •  The Booth
    The booth. We'd talked about it and joked about it. We even called it his "cage". He hated it and yet spent every day there, in a dull job, doing dull things and waiting on dull people. I had teased him mercilessly while he was in there, forcing him to wait on customers with raging erections, even gotten him so aroused that he had willingly come in his pants and had to sit there, the rest of the day, with that sticky, cooling reminder of what I could do. And now...here it was. He had no idea I ... more