Trust me, if you could suck your own cock, you would. Don't let the fact that I can shock you; I'm a cat, so I can do those types of things whenever I want with impunity. You see a cat sunning himself on a divan near a window and think, "Oh, how sweet."...

The hard shadow of the brambly bush made a cool spot where I could secretly observe Beau Gantry talking with his lawyer, Timothy Bloodsoe, a gangly fellow with large plaintive eyes, worn hair, and age spots. Bloodsoe arrived in a yellow-crème colored...

At that moment, a stranger appeared at Ian's bedroom door; a man of some height, wearing a suit, a tie, and some shiny black shoes. Sighting Ian, he rocked back with combed-black hair and a surprised expression on his face, intrigued by the naked white and...

Car rides have always marked major life transitions for me. My first car ride took me from a cardboard box with my brothers and sisters inside a barn, to my first home with the history professor. My second car ride took me to the animal shelter, then to...

She drove us through Alpharetta, down a winding two lane highway splitting pastures and woods with houses tucked here and there away from the road. At last we came to the intersection of Bethany and Providence Road, and there under a large oak tree, sat an...

I joke about the animal shelter, but I'm keenly aware had it not been for Angie, I might have died. Saving one as young as I was from death is no small thing. I would do anything for her. I would do anything for Ian. Smooth talking Beau Gantry, with his...

Ian's bony limbs reached to pick up one of the magazines. His creamy child-like index finger brushed over the cover showing a brown-eyed girl about to fellatio a man. Ian's lips parted mysteriously, and I felt a vague tingling in my loins. "Oh, dear god,"...