Tales of lust and sand.

A series of interlocking stories about nature, the sea, dreams and attraction.

Cherry

going down

"He'd stood still in the tea-tree. They stood naked, turning their bodies round to the sun. She stood firmly, legs apart, the wet towel in one hand dragging on the ground. She was smiling."

imagines

Her face moved closer. My longing grew... I wanted those eyes. I wanted to build a bridge of words on which we might meet.... A bridge on which we would be joined, orgasmicly, in knowledge.