Military Grade S & M

Solider is not my usual musician or pretty boy. He is the epitome of a military man; a rough face with matching hands, covered in numerous scars, and his prominent nose looks like it has been broken more than once. His muscles are a work related fallout, not just for show. He is a real life G.I. Joe complete…

One Man’s Treasure

As I sit on the edge of the firm leather couch, my spine rigid, knees crossed, and ankles together, my hands play with the hem of my skirt. Crushing the polyester fibers between my fingers, I watch the darkness of the hall for him to reappear. “Let me grab you a water,” he bellows seconds…

Back For More

“Let me in.” It is Rebound’s stern voice coming through the door’s intercom. It has been months, close to a year, since I’d last seen him. I press the button and wait as he climbs the stairs of my two-story walk up. Despite having a connection to him I’d stopped seeing him after our second…