Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and
Lost I my birthright, With my lust; I learned to bow To his bright star’s light.
“Eddie, who’s Carson Colt?” They were Seated at the dinner table, and he was eating his salad and reading a book on his iPad. She
When we lost our first pregnancy, Josiah, Concetta and I were have a tough time. I put a lot of time and energy into taking
I look at you, and you look at me; neither of us is breaking eye contact. I imagine I can see your pupils dilating as
I’ve enlisted the services of the effervescent angel Melissa Lee as my erotica writing coach, sex therapist, and friend. I’ve been writing journal entries based