Mrs R is a jealous pussy.  I sit close And feel her fur. She’s between us I can hear her purr. My hands are so antsy I want to touch. We’re on the couch I want you so much. But Mrs R intrudes Mews purrs and licks. You read the news This cat has a few tricks. Your cat is so prim So proper and dignified. She cleans her paws And grins with pride. I’m at a loss Of what to do? I want you completely But your cat does too. I put...

Stop drawing deer on your arm. My heart thumps, in alarm.Stop being perfect in every way. My heart thumps, please stay. Stop your eyes drawing me in. My heart thumps. how long its been.Stop your curves, I love your hips. My heart thumps I want your lips. Stop my misery, my desire is sin. My heart thumps for your silly grin.Stop! Stop it all, your smile can slay me.  My heart thumps I won’t betray thee.Stop this pain, I fe...

Nineteen-year-old university student Annie Hsu kissed her twenty-year-old boyfriend David Li lightly on the cheek. Since she was wearing her black studded Louboutin heels five-foot-six Annie needed to bend down a bit to reach his cheek. There was never any passion in their kisses she noted. David’s lips were almost cold to the touch. Her boyfriend’s lips felt like a Dan Tat egg tart fresh from the fridge. Feverish young A...

The first Barbie doll was sold on 9 March 1959. The rest is history as they say. The mythology surrounding the doll has become a Jungian archetype for American women. For these women Barbie is far more than a “toy”: she is a metaphor for their unconscious desires and dreams. To “be” Barbie is a collectively inherited concept for millions of young women. The wise ancient Greeks understood that humans are tiny pawns being b...

Philippa gently eased the suction on John’s big thick cock; it’s engorged mushroom head filled her mouth almost to gagging. She used her fingers to very lightly brush the tips of her husband’s nipples. He squirmed and she giggled. His big cock filling her stretched mouth muffled the soft feminine sound of her giggles. Simultaneously with brushing the tips of his nipples Philippa swirled her tongue on the sensitive undersi...

It was so fucking early she dreaded the hotel wake up call. All the traveling, the time change was killing her. Singapore to London was too fucking far. Rizza just wanted to hug her pillow and sleep some more. Was she dreaming? She thought of last night. Her mind filled with sexy images. Cuddling on the sofa had been fun. The way she had straddled John on the sofa, the feeling of his rock hard boner inside, filling her co...

I’m a really terrific liar. It’s a talent. I know it sounds awful. My mom totally grounded me like a billion times when I was in high school, for being a liar that is. My lying is problematic and I worry about it. Sometimes I can’t decide if I’m a “good girl” wrapped up in a “bad girl”, or if I’m a “bad girl” wrapped up in a “good girl”? You decide. But actually I’ve found my lying to be a very useful talent. But that’s a...

The door was flimsy. Rizza’s moans sounded so close. Julie clenched her fists in frustration. Her perfect pink nails dug into her palms. They had agreed: still the listening part was hard. Julie nervously brushed her blond bangs away from her sky-blue eyes. Her hand brushed a wrinkle from the pink satin kimono that barely covered her taut ass. Cool air wafted over her hairless pussy. No panties. Rizza’s voice rose. “Oh Ro...

We all have our “excuses”. We all have our “regrets”. And we all have our “If only” list. As we get older our regrets take a higher and higher profile. Our “regrets” then outrank the “excuses” and the “If only” list. Regrets begin to creep up on us and take us by surprise. When we least expect it we stumble into a regret. When I stumble I often end up staring at 1984. So let’s start with the “excuses”. What were my excuse...

SCENE 1: Gordon Set Direction: Dimly lit living room in the Hollywood Hills; panoramic glass windows overlook the distant flickering lights of LA. A man seated on an expensive sofa holds his head in his hands. Gordon held his head in his hands. His head was spinning in circles and his chest was so tight he could barely breath. The message from DC had confirmed it, but the picture was almost too much for him to take. The g...

The wind was whipping the dust into tiny twirling columns that appeared and disappeared seemingly at will. It was brutally hot in the late August afternoon even though the sky was darkening and storm clouds were threatening. On the hour the Lutheran church was tolling its bell, its open door beckoning to wavering souls. John walked with the gait of a young leopard, his eyes watching every corner, every window. He was head...

In 1968 Andy Warhol posited "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes." Of course neither he nor Marshall McLuhan had ever heard of twitter or Paris Hilton and the sex-tape Kardashian family. As all great geniuses they were simply imagining the post-industrial, post-propaganda world where a simple hand-held digital device would completely democratize media. They imagined a world just like today in which...

Yumi’s Story Yumi felt so guilty. She had to thank her neighbor Wendy for introducing her to the pleasures of a vibrator after her divorce, but wasn’t this wrong? Picturing the chiseled form of young Rob in her mind as she pushed the seven-inch silicone monster into her petite Asian body was just not right. Young Rob was Wendy’s son and Yumi had helped tutor him in math when he was sixteen until he was eighteen. This past...

When we last left our story we had discovered how Jean d’Langham a young country boy from France had joined the French Imperial Army as a naïve and wide-eyed blond seventeen-year-old “to find his fortune”. Posted far from the center of power in Paris the young lad had, at first, been downcast. Soon Jean learned that living on the edges of an empire had its own unusual advantages. Jean was taken under the wing of a certain...

John hadn’t caught her age as things had just moved too fast. She was no teenager, but she couldn’t be more than twenty-five he figured? My god what a body, what a flat stomach and look at her firm tight ass. As her plump raspberry tinged lips enveloped John’s hard cock he groaned again and she giggled at his reaction. She looked more vulnerable and sexy than John thought a woman could be capable of looking. Their wild be...