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The Muse's Poem

We are not making love, we are making poetry.

This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse has already, Willingly, Spread her legs, Allowed you to taste her sweetness, To feel the silkiness Of her petals Against your tongue, And pluck, Understanding that where there is Pure art There is divine ecstasy And there is...

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Venus Flytrap

Sometimes it isn’t always clear who is the bait and who is the prey.

Caren had never fucked brothers before, let alone twins. Their names were Dominic and Carl — or so they’d told her at the reception desk. She’d seen them in the hotel restaurant the night before. It was difficult not to notice the tall, handsome Latino waiters. A knot of excitement had formed in her stomach, and she’d practically creamed her panties at the possibilities. It was the perfect opportunity, she had thought. Se...

Screeching music deafened me. Wicked darkness blinded me. Indescribable odors irritated my nostrils. I stumbled around disoriented, not knowing which way to turn with the loss of my two most vital senses. My hand squeezed his hand – my only connection in this frightening insanity. Aaron, my boyfriend, was with me. I had no one to blame but myself. This haunted house was my dumb idea. What can I say? Scary shit drenches my...

One Last Time

... is never enough.

As I hold my wife's picture, guilt stabs me. What was I thinking?  I repeat my promise to her - to us - that it won't happen again.  Remorse tells me it meant nothing. I swear indifference when she enters my office. Lust, however, rises as her scent fills my nostrils.  Before I know it, my hands open her blouse. Her nipples scream for my touch - my touch!  "Fuck me," she begs, with hands stroking my cock and ego.  As I sl...

Her long fingernail traces the grayscale handcuffs tattooed on my inner forearm. The word 'Free' is inked inside one ring with 'dom' inside the other.  "Baby, you're free with me," she whispers in my ear, making sure her lips connect with my sensitive skin. Click. Drip. Click. Drip. Endorphins fire as the cold steel pinches my skin. I try to jerk my wrists apart, testing the restraints, needing reassurance they are doing...

Bedtime Story For My Pet #8: The Stairwell

It's been a long time, and Master cannot wait to use you.

For this interactive audio fantasy, you will need a dildo or equivalent.  Wear a skirt, a button-front blouse and matching lingerie.  You can be bare-legged or wear stockings or socks, but no pantyhose.  Shoes can be whatever you think is suitable.  You may also want to use the back of a chair to hold on to at some point.----------------------------------------------------------Your Master has come to visit.  You meet him...

She stood there, enticing me.  She was as naked as the day she was born.   She was exquisite from head to toe.  Her eyes were looking at me as she caressed her heavy breasts.  She lifted one towards me in encouragement to move closer.  She bent her head and tried her best to keep looking at me as her tongue wrapped around her nipple making it glisten in her stiffness.  She lifted both breasts towards me and dared me to re...

Brush Strokes

Good teachers give their students what they need to succeed...

"Your painting lacks feeling!" he fussed. "Where's your passion?" "I... I have none," she confessed. Fanning her nipples with a soft brush, he watched their peaks appear. He chose a stiff brush to awaken her clit. Whimpering, she collapsed against him as his fingers released a torrent of passion from her cunt.   "Try again!"  He stood back licking her cum off his fingers as she painted. Long, sensual brush strokes now car...

My darkness will only truly swallow me  When you are with me. Plumbing it’s depths.  For at that depth,  We work by touch alone, For words fall on deaf ears,  And sight is blindfolded. But, there is a way When through joy Our juices co-mingle,  Our ambrosia spilled. We become luminescence  For each other. It is the only light we ever need. And you draw me, Draw me to taste you, as you taste me.  Your  luminescence brings...

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Hindsight

A self-deprecating trip down dolorous memory lane

Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately, self-sabotaging them. If it is for good reason, you may wonder—maybe a deeper sense of loyalty or overly strict ideas of exemplary principles or any other howsoever-natured virtuous...

Be Kind, Rewind

I wanted him to pillage my body in every way I could imagine.

When I was nineteen years old, I was living in Miami and going to college down there. My school fund was mostly depleted by my second year and I needed to look for work right away.  So, I applied for several jobs but the one that stood out was at a well-known video store. I figured it would be a lot of fun and a new experience and, oh boy, was I right. I experienced a lot of firsts working there. I killed the interview, b...

Father-in-law Part 2

What can I say? Mayhem and I are really good friends.

What can I say? Mayhem and I are really good friends.  He told me to run to his bedroom. So I ran as fast as I could. The only pickle in that predicament was that I was naked, except for my boss bitch heels. Yep. Naked girl with sexy heels. Our clothes lay scattered back in the living room. “What the hell am I going to do now?” I thought to myself. I start to gnaw at my bottom lip. Okay, new plan!  Grab some of his clothe...

It began at sunrise On that Cretan Isle Playful seductive glances From the very first moment By sunset I was caught forever In the weave of your silken net My wild, gorgeous temptress Captured by mischievous eyes Deep sumptuous pools That reeled me in and Fiendishly stole my heart Snared, I never had a chance You chose me, and I was yours My crazy, delightful girl That was just the start Of our dizzy, tempestuous journey...

Don't Miss Me

The love that burns brightest also burns quickest

Souls recognised from afarLike a comet approaching a starWhen we got close we burst into lifeSlicing your space and leaving a scarA home in my heart cut with a knife. Not like binaries, close foreverBut tied with a cord nothing could severI caught your tail and we started to danceThere was no care whatsoeverI didn’t know then, I’d missed my chance. Hidden beneath ice waiting to burstThe beauty of you for which I thirstI a...

I wake sometimes at nightWhen worry mice are creeping,Yet, know my world’s still right,As long as you’re here, sleeping. I look at you, and watch you sleep,And know within these nights of strife,In you, my heart and love does keep,A love that comforts me through life. I shudder, how I might have missed youHad I been proud and stupid,And looked for someone fresh, or new,Or felt another arrow’s cupid. So I give thanks I’m h...

Valentine's Day is Over

the aftermath of bliss

Seeing your chest rise and fall Catching our breath Reeling from our shared ecstasy Every muscle feeling strained and yet relaxed   Wearing a stupid grin The smile on your face mirroring mine Hearts both beginning to slow Each beat taking us down from our peak   My finger touching yours as we lay side by side Our juices slowly drying on our flesh Drops of sweat glistening on our bodies So Valentine’s day is over… but ther...