THIS TIME OF DAY 

​This time of day.

The time of day when the stars shine brightest, trying to illuminate a world that doesn’t really need its presence, a world capable of lighting itself up.

The time of day when the roads are free as air, with an occasional vehicle racing across the coal tar, its occupant too drunk to have a care in the world.

It’s this time of day. 

The time of day when the die-hard workers still walk the streets, their bountiful wares jiggling carelessly in their short dresses, their lips too tired to remain pouted, hustling for that last buck. continue reading......

sacrificio

It was a clear black night. The moon shone in all its majestic radiance, round and full, surrounded by little white dots twinkling brightly, casting their celestial lights on the open field.

A long howl could be heard in the background, followed by a responding hoot from a wide eyed owl.

A circle stood in the field, formed by figures, men and women, clad in black hooded robes, one of them holding a long staff. 
In the middle of the circle stood two bodies, the moonlight betraying their young ages, and their opposite sexes. continue reading......

the big O

“Yes baby! Right there, right there, right there!!!!  Ooohh, ooohhh”

“You like that don’t you?”

Clara felt the palm connect to her behind before she could reply, sending a mixed sensation of pain and pleasure ripple across her body.

“I said you like that don’t you!!”

“Yes papi. I like that a lot”

She could feel the sweat dripping off his bearded face onto her arched back as his stiff rod slid in and out of her, pounding away with no remorse, her screams being muffled by the pillow, her face pinned into it by his left hand wrapped around her neck, loud music blasting from the speakers in the living room.  continue reading......

Happy Endings

​This feels like a dream come true!!

Felicia looked resplendent in her bright white wedding gown as she walked down the aisle. She paused for a second as she stared at his clean shaven face, the smile on her face widening, as she struggled not to let the tears destroy her beautiful make-up.

I can’t believe this is happening. It feels like a wonderful dream!

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Confiteor

“Bless me father for I have sinned. I’m sorry, I’m not catholic, I’ve never done this before, I don’t really know the procedure”

“It’s ok my son. We are all God’s children here. Why don’t you just start at the beginning”

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From the very first day I met her, I knew there was something special about her. I could feel a connection. It was like a part of me I didn’t know was missing had finally found its way home. continue reading......