It used to be so easy to say "I love you." For more than a decade I could say it whenever I felt it, knowing it would be received well. And what did it mean, anyway? That I care. That their happiness is valued. That their sadness affects me. That I want good things for… Continue reading When words get weird
Mr. and Mrs. Shameless Have a Date Night
She bit her lip as she watched him fasten it around his wrist, the light bouncing off the soft hair that dusted his muscular forearms.
The Mindgasm
Her eyebrows knit together as she looked into his eyes with her own, pleading for him to let her keep her secret.
Hollywood Dirty
In those stories, I get to do all those dirty, depraved things without requiring a prescription for antibiotics (or filing a police report).
Mr. and Mrs. Shameless (Drabble) at the Movies
Their choices were between a blockbuster action movie, a couple of sappy dramas, and a chick flick.
Mr. and Mrs. Shameless Go to the Supermarket
"Can we play our game, Daddy?"
For Shame
"You are absolutely right. I should teach her some shame."
Jury Duty
He wasn't smiling with his lips, but his eyes were definitely showing a hint of mischief.
Refraction
There was no "there, there," with him. Just an "I'm here."
The Stunt Cunt
Where she is "hedonist" I am "pleasure slut." Where I am "bottom" she is "stunt cunt." Where I am "masochist" she is on a level all her own when it comes to pain.
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