Before Ravenwood became a place in my stories, there was Myers Lake, named after Alice Myers, an old woman who lived alone in an ancient Victorian mansion at the lake. She had no living relatives and was always alone—well, she had several cats to keep her company and there was the local pastor who mowedContinue reading Searching For Gems in Backstory
Once when she was twelve, an early Sunday romantic dream left her misbehaved and secretive by the time she and her parents left the house. They spent the bright and hot morning at Uncle Brian’s spacious and opulent Full Gospel Church of the Disciples of Christ. The place was quietly air-conditioned at a comfortable sixty-fiveContinue reading Sunday Dilemma
You are full brazen; Your swollen tan lies crisp on sunbaked sand; You call attention to her snug rounded smooth firm thighs, But you take her breasts in hand instead. Seductive anticipation, You promise her the taste of fried chicken skin; And so her mouth waters all woman— Course and raspy pudding under foot. ButContinue reading Differences
Fun that flashed like raw flesh where we slept, We awakened the luxuria we kept secret, And boiled our lust away beneath a desert sun.