“There’s no debate, woman. Sit quiet, lean back, and let me untangle them curls.” “Are you mocking my locks?” Three gilded rings sway in fragrant patchouli when she shifts. Forcing his middle finger down the warm bareness between her shell-adorned, reddish-brown tresses he answers, “Locks? No. This is a jungle. Your last gift was?” “Three months, I haven’t…” He stops her mid-excuse, “I got you.” The clipper’s hum follows...

Storm’s scent informs me that it is time to go.Drops and drips moisten torn places barelydried-out, dampened, drenchedfrom the prior encounter... encounters. Pressures graduate from drizzle to downpour.In its midst, I wait for the you in me to un-claim, unbindfrom the right now exchange... exchanges. Forces subside to a recurrent rhythm. Your omnipresence is a whet unchallenged therefore unchangedflavored like no other pa...

(Nope, there is no sequel, sorry). Nuh uh, the only character development you’ll find occurs between you and the words on this page... right now. This is different. You're encouraged to do some things you wouldn’t normally do – take a mental journey to places you wouldn’t ordinarily go. Is that all right? Get naked from the waist down, and get the oil. C’mon, let’s go. Walk into jet-black darkness with your arms, your min...

Sexy,you keep me onan addict’s edge,awaiting your brushstrokes against my thickness. Yesterday you -mounted my mind, and made me scream a scream of freedom familiar only to wide-open windows on mild summer nights, and closed-in lakeside cabins on frozen snow-crusted waters. Painted me a foreplay – a frottage: tongue encircling tongue, cotton-covered hardness gliding back and forth between silk covered cheeks. Clever, how...

The dilemma had nothing to do with my physicality being sandwiched between my heterosexuality and my lesbianism. That wasn’t it. That night, my intent was to rest in a mutual completeness. Mine was to simply taste the flavor of what was yours – to suckle, lick, and savor the property he promised to you. His intent was entirely different: conquering prior contemplations of four sets of lips and four voluptuous tits. The ob...

Before you do it, may I say something? Annually, you silently loathe it. I know this. You’ll search for us in an aisle besieged with fifty shades of pink and red that replaced the red and green 75%-off leftovers. You’ll remain mute while making your symbolic selections. Standing, waiting, sighing behind lines of anxiety laced testosterone in the twelfth hour on the fourteenth day of the second month: compensation for proc...

I should be ashamed. But I’m not. It’s been six months since it happened; and up until now, I’ve kept my mouth shut. Now, I’ve chosen to be bold. Why? Well, it’s my resolution for 2015: to hell with what people think. I resolved to chase my worries with an imaginary lick of salt and a virtual shot of Patron, throwing all inhibitions over my shoulder. (Yes, I’m still trying to convince myself; it’s a work in progress.) By...

“How long has it been?” “A long time.” I opened my desk drawer pretending to look for anything. “Fess up. How long?” I tried to deflect. “You first. How long has it been since you had sex?” “This is such an enriching meaningful work discussion that’s vital to completing Nick Shaw’s final report. Isn’t it? Oh, let me answer.” Vivie loved to pry, but she rarely gave up salacious information about herself. “No, it isn’t. But...

In love -feral, unbroken, andunaccustomedto your waysof thinking, of loving, of being, my resolve is suffocating - drowning in asea of assumptions. Assumptions, sorted presumptionshave a way ofdistortingwhat is true. What may be trueturns into misconceptions,misapprehensions, and misinterpretations. Ultimately, Miss-Understanding stands strong at the threshold. That bitch - Miss-Understanding,she, divides whatI thought Ih...

Exactingness, that’s what it is...when you suffuse mysensibilities withyour lusty language withoutany immediateintent on givingthat which youdescribe so vividly. Exactingness, that’s what it is...when you serenade my sensuality with your mental licksand kisseswithout anysense of urgency -zero intentof followingthrough in the right now. Exactingness, really that’s what it is...when youstroke all mysister-girl partsin one l...

She said... Wordsgrouped together,amounting towritten promisesscribedin black and white...White spacesin between thoughtsThat iswhat we’ve exchanged for awhile now. Now, we swapwords on screenswith no expression,sans inflection,but with a mutualunderstanding, a union groundedin respect, in love, with anundeniablechemistry. And thenyou offer your voice. You desire touse your voice to carryto deliverto transportthe promisey...

Candles, ten tea lights, cast glowing warmth. Warmth fills a tub of clear water.Tap waters marry and whip liquid soap streams intofrothy bubbles of sandalwood wrapped in vanilla.Vanilla bean beads of goodness baptize my hectic hell on this day. Today, daylong pressures made camp on my shoulder.Achy shoulders, my shoulders balance boulders andhold up weighty bags of issues thatcause the cogs in my joints to lock and block...

“Tiramisu, please.” Hell, after compiling financial reports all damn day and being stood up, I deserved a little sugar. “Would you like coffee?” “Yes, thank you... decaf black.” As the server turned to walk away, I felt a velvety swipe on the back of my neck. Jon bent his six foot two frame at the waist, dry-kissed me on the mouth, smiled, and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want any cream and sugar with that decaf or a li...

Savoring remnants of yoursweet emulsionextracted from our daily head ritual, I express one little ole special request.Bae, would you upload your playliston my pussy? Please, strike a pop pace first. No metronome required. The thump of your heartbeat sets the tempo, while your fingertips part my thighs and pat out a syncopated p-funk on my pussy. Share two songs orthree exceptional selections from the passion category. Ope...

Daily head involves naughty indulgence. Easing your girth beyond my gag reflex, Each press and pull forms a rhythmic sequence, Pushing past thresholds of your lazy ex!  Tears stream down now combined with saliva. Hold my head firm with your hands; don’t let go! Rapid throat-trot like Lady Godiva, Opening my gullet gentle and slow, Anchoring my stance braced for the face fuck, Tensions released, relaxed on re-insert. Bathi...