The dream

She slipped into my room so quietly I thought she was a dream. Her daphenous gown billowing in a subtle breeze like some scene from a movie. She smiled as she crossed the room with[…]

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My fathers' boss

My Father's Boss. There was a very important company gala coming up, a formal black tie event; my father needed a plus one. My mother has been away for the past three months taking care[…]

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The portrait part 2

Michael Denton, fresh from his earlier portrait/fucking session with Esperanza, drove through the late morning traffic toward the palatial home of Meg Morgan, smiling inwardly. He had finished a rough sketch of his nude portrait[…]

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