“I let the feeling wash over me, and then I dried off with a fur coat and went for a walk on my unicycle.”

“I need someone to fold the sheet, someone to take the other end of the sheet and walk towards me and fold once , then step back , fold and walk towards me again .We all need someone to fold the sheet.Someone to hitch on the coat at the neck .Someone to put on the kettle. Someone to dry up while I wash.”

“My fur coat is still wet, not from the rain, but from where my cat was licking it. Well, my future fur coat. I have yet to kill and skin it.”

“I write like I make love: alone in my bathtub, as I let the fantasy overflow and wash over me.”

“I walked around him, champagne in hand. Great feeling.-Give me a flash, he said – just a little quick… I flashed opened the coat as I strolled by. He exhaled with a sigh- O, he said, Please Again.This time I stood squarely in front of him. He was sitting on the beautiful new over stuffed chair, and swung the coat open, all the way open. And then slowly closed it, and walked away, hips and heels swaying away from him.I could hear the groan. God, this was powerful.He came up behind me and slid his hand down over the fur, the softness, silkiness of the lining flowed over my naked body, a caress on every inch of my flesh –umm indeed.Now he was sliding his hands up my legs and under the coat.-Aah,Aah not yet, I said and pulled away from him.He moaned again – Please, he said…”

“After a shower, I like to let gravity and evaporation dry me off as I stretch out naked in the sun on my neighbor’s porch.”