Ballad 7; All That Are In My Mind
Roll Over Sunlight was come, Lina was gone. But my leash once again padlocked me to the bedframe, what a lovely way to start a morning. Will came busting in, and I sat up in alarm, naked and with my knife not to hand. He handed me a mug of sugary coffee, which I drank [...]
Ballad 6; Give me A Harder one
Give Me A Harder One I undressed her. All the way to the skin, this time. Her wheatstraw hair glittered in the lantern light, as did the down on her arms and legs, and her wheaten pubes. There was a lot of muscle on her, under all that fluffery. I wasn’t too surprised; I’d felt [...]
Ballad 5; Nothing But What I need
The Waiting Game And so we napped, back at her tent. Of course, she pegged out on her bed, while I lay on the floor, a chain between my neck and the tent pole, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I’d lay wager that I snored in my repose, till the Crier [...]
Ballad 4; A Man Of Honor
I Mean To Have My Poppet “Seek we out the Stage Master, now,” my Lady said. “Mind thou bendeth thy knee.” “I can’t pay her a thing, Lina,” that dignified personage growled. “He seeks no pay, Jacob,” Lady Helena smiled sweetly. “I ask only a night pass, and supper.” “Not breakfast, too?” “Nay sir, I [...]
Ballad 2; The Seven of Cups
What Hasn’t Changed “You’re looking good, girl,” I told her after she had locked her little caravan up, and we strolled towards the dell. “Do you think so? I’ve put on weight, and it’s all flab, not like you.” She tucked her arm into mine, in the old, confiding gesture. “Tisn’t flab, my dear. There’s [...]
Ballad 3; Mad Moll Laughs
A Slip In The Plot Behind the Main Stage, I followed her into a dressing room, where she took my shoulders in her hands, turned me bodily and threw me up against the rough wall. I could do little but gape, as she came after me, buffeting me in her skirts. She reached up to [...]
Tracy’s Journal, pt 2
CLEVELAND The show last night sucked. Too hot in the stadium and fights in the audience. One kid got stabbed bad, they’re calling it racial. What am I supposed to do? My mom and dad are both black, but me and Tamara are so light and we don’t look like the rest of the family. [...]
When Petey Met Yuri
AND NOW I WANNA BE YOUR DOG! Yuri stops in mid-sentence of his conversation to hear the words of the song that blasts out on the nightclub speakers. Leaning across the table, he plants one elbow down to support his chin. His strange, light-colored eyes are burning, his long mobile face is drawn and tense. [...]
Ballad 1; Her Brother’s Breeches
Her Brother’s Breeches Sage and chaparral, mown grass, a hint of the ocean; I tramped along the dusty footpath, and breathed in the sweet smells around me. Wood smoke and roasting meat, good old musk incense, all welcomed me back, along with the brave pennants flying in the breeze, and the sounds of laughter, song [...]
Her woods, Her Pleasure
An early story, 1994. When I wrote it, to speak about the mud, the pond, the grass, and the sexual feelings they aroused in me seemed almost impossible, making my hands sweat on the word processor keys. On the other hand, one man– sensitive enough– wondered where the action was; Hardcore, it seems, is in [...]