If Kendrick was honest he’d admit it was more than meeting ‘her’ on a bridge, late one evening that changed his life forever. If he was honest, she was just the spark that ignited the sexual deviancy that was always inside of him, now controlling his every move.
If Kendrick Martin wasn’t so lost, he’d see, since his darkest desires have now found the light of day he’s never been more freer.
And if only he could just survive what his life has become and not kill anyone or himself in the process, that becoming Bad Kenny might not be so bad after all.
Have you ever wonder what the sheets of cheap motel beds would say if they could talk? I’m sure they’d whisper about habitual cheaters and sex addicts that can’t be cured; with their numerous one night stands, staining their sheets forever. I’m sure those same sheets would talk about how strange bedfellows misplace their love, only too happy to find lust. So get up-close and personal with a collection of short stories of everyday people longing for lustful things. Find out why when the doors are closed, and the blinds are drawn, is the only time some people consider themselves free enough to be who they truly are. So never judge a person without walking in their shoes unless yours is next to theirs underneath a bed of a seedy motel…