freedom is the price of work — gone, struck down
It’s hard to get out of my own wayTripped up by remnants ofunaccomplished goals andmisplaced to-do…
She longed for the romance of the road. A sexy bike between her thighs. A sexy man, well, also between her thighs.
She regarded the little red suitcase as she sat on the platform waiting for the afternoon train. She was pleased to see it had…
Alone, she sat, locked in the darkness of her bedroom closet. Naked, her body quivered in the damp night air. This time…