I imagined the moist hairline down his stomach pointing the way to his tumescent dick touching her wet thigh. They probably laughed together in the steam while her big breasts jiggled against his chest and the clear shower door.
– Jill Kelly
She wanted him to touch her but realized that he would not reach for her first. So, slowly, she raised her hand and moved it across the space between them, and resting her fingers on his smooth cheeks, caressed his face. She ran her fingers over his closed eyes, then closed hers as she pulled herself toward him and kissed his mouth. She kissed him gently at first, and then let her wet mouth open to his. She tasted the earth, its rocks and trees, and she tasted the metal tang of his saxophone.
– Lisa Thompson
I half-expect him to stop me, tell me I’m not his type, but instead he holds me closer, his breath warm as he seeks my ear, neck, curve of jaw leading to lips. His are soft, moist, hungry, and I want to feed him as prodigiously as I want to be fed. Our lips and tongues flick and roll as that cold smooth ball taps channels flowing to breasts, navel, veiled lips pulsing with blood. My thumb and forefinger sandwich his left nipple, rising hard. I flip the ring up and down, aching to slide as gracefully as that slender loop along his skin.
– Elizabeth Weaver
While lying across the poolside buffet table of a beachfront hotel (in between two pottery bowls filled with fruit), the Mexican flag under my ass, my right breast cradled in the gynecologist’s capable hand, I realize I need to dump Lance. We have escaped the disco, and it is finally quiet except for the rhythmic lull of the waves and the distant droning of Latin rock. The sky outside is bursting with stars. My thighs are pressed against the table, the soft silk of the flag making them sweat.
– Pamela Alma Bass
I had never been made love to with such an incredible intensity. I didn’t let myself be scared, but I was a little. I kept thinking of ways to swim across part of the bay and get away if I had to. But the smell of the salt water, the wet nighttime grass, the salty winds, and Ames’ powerful body searching for mental and physical love from me were overpowering. I held him tight and he moaned and cried.
– Ann Harrington
Poet and novelist Linda Watanabe McFerrin has been traveling since she was two and writing about it since she was six. She is a contributor to numerous literary journals, newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and online publications including the New York Times, the Washington Post, the San Francisco Chronicle, the San Francisco Chronicle Magazine, Modern Bride, San Francisco Bride, Bay Nature, various Travelers’ Tales anthologies, and Salon.com. A popular speaker and panelist and an award-winning writer, she has authored two poetry collections, a novel and a short story collection, and has edited four books, including a northern California guidebook and a travel anthology. Linda has served as an NEA panelist and past judge for the San Francisco Literary Awards, the Josephine Miles Award for Literary Excellence and the Kiriyama Prize, and is founder and President of Left Coast Writers®, LLC.
Laurie McAndish King is a travel writer whose essays have been published in anthologies such as 30 Days in Italy, The Thong Also Rises, and the award-winning The Kindness of Strangers. Her work has also been published in the San Francisco Chronicle Magazine and aired on KUSF radio. Laurie’s adventurous spirit has led her to chase lemurs through the mountains of Madagascar, study medicinal plants in the jungles of Brazil, track lions on foot-without a gun-in Botswana, study with an urban shaman in San Francisco, and trap and band raptors in the Marin Headlands. Laurie earned her master’s degree in Internet-based education and publishes an online newsletter for travel writers. She is an officer and board member of Bay Area Travel Writers, and indulges her passions for travel and natural history as often as she possibly can.
Kathryn Jo Abajian teaches writing and literature in the frequently foggy San Francisco Bay Area, where she has lived since the early 1970s. Whenever possible, Kathryn travels to warmer climates where palm branches and romance tremble in tropical breezes. Her travel and memoir essays have been published on Salon.com and in the San Francisco Chronicle Magazine. Her memoir-biography is First Sight of the Desert: The Art of Ella Peacock.
Alison Anderson is the author of two novels, Hidden Latitudes and Darwin’s Wink. She is also a translator and received an NEA grant in 2004 for her translation of works by contemporary French author Christian Bobin. She lives in northern California and is currently working on a novel about Greece.
Pamela Alma Bass earned her MFA in creative writing at the University of San Francisco. “Sleeping with Angels” and “Butterfly” are excerpts from her novel in progress. Pamela’s non-fiction appears in the humor anthology I Should Have Gone Home. Pamela teaches writing at The Writing Salon and Berkeley Extension in San Francisco. She lives with her husband, Stephen, whom she met on her way to a night of tango, just before swearing off men for the last time. She can be contacted for movie offers, book deals and relationship advice.