He couldn't control it. He needed it. He wanted it. His desire was insatiable. He could not live without it. It was what he needed more than sex. More than money. More than power. He had to have it. In the middle of the night. At dawn. At dinner. At work. On the golf course. … Continue reading INSATIABLE
This wasn't where he belonged. He was comfortable in town, in the narrow, dirty streets and rundown boarding houses. He liked to be among people, even though he despised them. He felt comfort in the crowd. But he had to escape. He could feel the darkness descending again. The need. He wanted to resist it. … Continue reading THE DARKNESS
Her scarlet red hair tumbled down her back as she released it, cascading over her pale, white skin. He reached out and felt the smoothness of her, brushing the hair over her shoulder and tracing a line down her spine to the hollow above her buttocks. 'After all this is over, we could escape together.' … Continue reading SCARLET RED
'We'll always have Paris.' Yeah, right. Now look at those memories: faded, crumpled and tossed in the dumpster. She was just like all the rest of those broads, dames and dolls. As soon as she had stepped on that plane she had forgotten about me. Back to her old life, her passionless marriage of convenience. … Continue reading WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS
'We've been here before,' she said. She didn't just meant the roundabout they were passing for the fifth time. They were hopelessly lost. He promised each time that he would change. This time she needed to take a new direction. She needed to get off this emotional merry-go-round for good. 'We've tried every exit,' she … Continue reading IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY
