Love Stories – Page 2 – cereal after sex

She is like the light the blue light, that crops life into some picture-perfect kiss and heart wandering I go,… Read more.

The Moon Has Its Own Scars

The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars… Read more.

She is fireworks over a city that sits like candles torchlit and like flames. She is a walk on a… Read more.

The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake… Read more.

She is beautiful on a space sofa, that cushioned ass. The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail. A tale… Read more.

John Horatio Smith was an odd man. He sold top hats in the men’s boutique down the street. The street… Read more.

Steel Brandenburg III felt the presence of a large wild animal as he stood on the back patio of the… Read more.

The Gould house smelled like Sunday dinner and the trappings of commercialized religion. Read more.

“My, my, Melba,” Pastor Stikk said. “I can certainly see where Carrie gets her delicious beauty from. My God, if… Read more.

He looked at her body and wondered if she could shoot bullets from those breasts. Her nipples stood out through… Read more.

He turned to look at her. “The only one I want to be forceful with is you. I guess you… Read more.

“No… I’m going to go home and try to talk some sense into her.” Then he laughed. “I’ll whip out… Read more.