“Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Jewell Stewark smiled at me from a billboard, the rain giving her face tears.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“The next thing I knew, I was falling. I dreamed I was being thrown into an open grave, but jerked awake and… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“If I carried Catherine to the top of Mount Corcovado and placed her before the statue of Christ the Redeemer, Jesus would… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“He asked, "May I kiss you?" I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
