Helen hesitated, opened the lid, breathed, and there they were. Bright tall pink strong stalks. Her first forced rhubarb of the season. Reaching for it, she slid her hand along the firmest stalk until she felt the tender base,...

...the flicker, a burning flame of untamed hungertouching her...so wet she drowns, teasing hersetting her soul on fire as my tongue becomesa stiletto's minuet on her flesh...as her eyesbecome darker than the pleasures as she feelsthe flicker, longing the...

within me, without me I miss youseeking secrecy of feelingthen so callous when it comesendearing charm, your nature, and mine togetherWell aware you have othersBut that you wanted one like me surprises mereserved a special place for me, in...