Your kisses make my heart racebut there is something about the way you use words that feels like a kiss every time...I want every word,every kiss,to belong to me.I am jealous when you speak of otherswhen you speak to othersbecause you are sharing my kisse...
your hands move on the instrument and I lean forward unable to look away or relax with the others. my hand moves to my lower lips and I gather the drops there unable to stop myself or maintain my composure. your mouth applies pressure to the reed and I wa...
It seems so crass to say it,But I love your cock. I love to touch it when you are asleep. Did you know that?I feel it enlarge ever so slightlyAnd smile to myself.I have dangerous power Even in my fingers. I love your cockWhen you are in the shower,Wet and...
Your voice vibrates somewhere deep inside me like the sound of wild surf on a beach or a standing bass being played by a master. When you speak to me I hear drums and chanting. A need grows in my heart to strip off my clothes and run into battle in nothin...
Own my cuntnot through force of strength nor force of will nor through sheer charm and cunning. Own my cunt by employing the ancient magic, the magic of the centuries..... the magic called forth by the sound of a stretched skin drum and the worship of pai...
Palm trees whisper in the light breeze.The heat of the day is gone but moisture still clings to our bodiesand smells like who we really are.The night is navy blue and the moon rises out of the sea like so much perfect.... We lay on the sand.Your teeth bit...
The gift card was in an invitation that was as interesting as the establishment I was about to enter. “Happy Birthday, Peggy Anne. We are about to make your fantasy come true. Come prepared for a great pedicure and perhaps a little bit more.” The building...
It is the daily poetry that makes my heart beat. grin Not that I don't love those heavy-metal moments when you take me wild and hard and use truly obscene and shocking words. still smiling But the moments of daily poetry are these...... when you come home...
I woke up alone in the bed although I did not know what exactly roused me. I felt the empty pillow next to me... The coolness told me I had been alone for a while.Then I heard it.... that lovely soft sound of the guitar from the living room. Something Spa...
Young men freely speak their desires, their tenderness, their arousal. Unlike more “mature” men they have not that wariness of the expectations of women, that fear of committing themselves by momentary sentiments. They fearlessly walk out on the ice expec...
Today we sat in the sun together. You took my hand and twined your fingers in mine. Suddenly your hand was the center of my universe. I lifted it to my face, kissed your palm, touched my tongue to your life line leaving a line of my moisture there. Your f...
My New Year's Eve social obligations complete I rest. It is 2012 somewhere. Here I recline naked on my clean sheets in my solitary bed eating strawberries and drinking champagne; listening to the fireworks of neighborhood children. A new voice whispers in...
some days I am overwhelmed by a need to be crass. no sweet or sentimental words. no candles or music. no romantic setting. I need to use crude phrases. I need to suck you. I need you to fuck me. I need something fast and hard and ugly. please forgive me b...
You pace unseen like the river hidden behind its shroud of fog...I hear you breathing and my heart's eye sees your mouth.... and long to kiss it like a butterfly resting there.....can you feel my wings?their light whisper at the corner?you stop.finger tra...
It was time. The phone and on-line interaction was just not enough. They decided to meet for a few days at a location away from both of their homes. Somewhere no one would know them. Somewhere they could just be together for a few days. It was mid-Novembe...
