Evonka's Secret World

Like a sculptor, he chiseled at the marble in which she lay, vulnerable and naked, yet still obscured from him. At times he put down his tools and with his bare hands felt the emerging rough shape that held her. She sensed his warmth through the coolness that separated them and in places his... Sign in to see full entry.

And you want her, as you watch her in the distance, galloping across the plains, towards a bedazzling sunset. The kind of sunset that tucks at your soul, as it captures your imagination, never to release you from it as long as you’ll live. And as years roll by, you’ll picture her again and again,... Sign in to see full entry.

It's called pillow talk, Max. Intimate conversations, up close and personal, face to face. So here we are whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear under the disguise of writing fiction in the name of creativity for the whole world to see. And because the whole world can read our whisperings,... Sign in to see full entry.

Complete nudity, that is what I want from you Max. I want to strip you of all your pretenses, until you stand before me naked and vulnerable. Disarmed and exposed, I will experience the pure essence of your being, as no woman ever has. And then I will touch you, and make love to you in the shadows... Sign in to see full entry.

In his dream, the storm of his desire raged in his body, its thunder vibrated through his heart, his eyes blinded by the silver bolts cutting through his soul. He stood in awe of its unobstructed fury, as it moved within him with unbridled passion–unstoppable. Caught in the spell of its brilliant... Sign in to see full entry.

Songbird of happiness that we have known and shared with wine upon our lips. Your mouth on mine, unyielding. Your hands upon my wrists, unforgiving. Passionate struggle of our bodies, tender yet brutal...silent whimperings of surrender. Mine. Possession. Yours. Time, recoiling in pain. Ribbons of... Sign in to see full entry.

There is a fire raging within him. Burning, begging to be released. Stored energy, ancient and new, like a hurricane. His young body, worn by the harsh weather of love. Emptiness in the eye of the storm, a vessel struggling through the giant waves, she hears his voice screaming, "I must survive." In... Sign in to see full entry.

I am waiting for the heat to pass, knowing well how the seasons change, and yet there is pain in knowing, a death an end, if only this could last forever. One moment in time, a dried flower, pressed between the pages of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of a distant memory, is this what will remain? Sign in to see full entry.

I called Brewsters last night. Twice. I asked for Max Power. They looked for you, but you didn't show. You told me, that you will be there. You lied. I was going to give you important information over the phone. But it's too late now. I can never trust you again. And because I can't trust you, I... Sign in to see full entry.

Hey Max! Tenacious just email me and asked me to pass on a message to you. He would like to meet you tomorrow night at Brewsters on Main at 8:00 pm. He wants to treat you to some Hammerhead Red. Also something about hothouse tomatoes........and a tour. Sign in to see full entry.