HoldMyHand, an Epic Journey of Love Lost (and Found)

This is how it started. With five simple words I’ll never forget: I’m not doing that shit! I had simply reached out my hand, asking to follow her, promising to be lead, never falling behind (unless I needed a better camera angle). The rejection bit hard, like a bike...
A Love Fetish

A Love Fetish

“I have a bit of a love fetish.” I took a sip of scotch and slipped my hand into hers between our bar stools.  She looked up at me with a smile, and I brushed her hair behind a perfect ear and kissed her on the cheek. “How does it work?” “It’s simple really.  You...