Breakfast In Bed-On Your Birthday

It is dawn, and the cool morning air drifts in through the window. Your clothes and mine are strewn all over the floor, an untidy reminder of the urgency with which me made love the night before. You are wrapped in my arms, snug with your back agains

Tied and Taken in Chez George

I watch you as you dine with your friend. You glance at me once; perhaps you recognize me, perhaps not. My heart races as my eyes roam over you, lovely in your soft white blouse, your blue skirt ending off at your thighs, your stockings glistening. Y