(a breakfast story) Several years ago I woke up, put some bread in the toaster and began reading the morning paper. I read about bombs in Afghanistan, El Salvador, Beirut and my home town of Los Angeles. I read about poisons in the water, in the air and in our bodies and I read about …
Author Archives: Jay Curkendall
Suzanne
She had black cloud-hair that billowed and played invitingly in the light and water-well eyes that pooled back black over a glistening sun-smile. She wore see-through stockings that made her legs slick rivers flowing out of a slick fish-patterened silk dress which caught the breeze and undulated waves across her belly and ass. The dress …