The hour is eight Cruel is our fate Four hundred then more To step through my door A text in the morning With sleep still adorning A thought in my mind All day you will find That you are my smile Spanning each long mile The phone is our friend A connection is send Another no lie Is the button reply The left side is cold A space in the fold A slumber with sight Vivid colors so bright Our lips whisper needs Naughty sexy dee...

Grey and dreary was today She sat in sad, utter dismay Her world had gone all astray Two lovers had come her way One dark of night, one light of day Slow and smooth was his pursue He spoke of honesty, just not true Soon he would cast his darkest hue Webs he wove only he could undo Her heart he broke, through and through She slid her hand in his to dance Hoping to gain his interest, perchance Together they soared in certai...

Spring giggles at my pane Fickle as she frolics Warming rays by day Cool breath by night Teasing whispers she calls Please, peek out, come see Summer seduces my entrance She kisses and caresses Like a flower unfolds Her passion to be known Hearts to be captured Let go, love, be free Autumn knocks at my door Her urging of summer off A harvest of hooray An ease of silver shine Comfort so says the sage Sit down, relax, be st...

It is black and rectangular With buttons amass Some have numbers And some can spell ass It might be a best friend Or maybe a man Could be a woman Just depends on the fan It leads to a place To chat and have fun Some tease and flirt And then are all done Others want sex And just a quick cum It’s amusing to watch All so very ho-hum Then there are friends They’re the sun light Holding your hand And giving you might Sharing t...

So good. Mmm. Rubbing and dragging over my plump lips. Oh god. My pussy spasms. Wanting. Needed. I am stirring, that moment between deep sleep and semi-consciousness. My hips roll into the bed. I am on my stomach; I never sleep on my stomach. Mmm…stop thinking and keep feeling. What the hell? A large strong hand clamps down covering my mouth. Another hand tangles in my hair, tight against my head. A sudden thrust up into...

Natural light shines in, lending a soft warm hue The walls, a climate of cool, pale blue A reflection, tarnished and flawed Naked and exposed, there is no fraud Bruises are many, scars are more Healed, faded, mending but ever sore A friend of years, a lapse in thought All was lost, for a moment of naught A misguided trust, a lover untrue So many said, but who really knew Meant to protect, only a small lie it seemed But it...

Chloe slid the key card into the slot. The little green light blinked twice and she heard the click. Pushing open the door, she struggled to get in to the sitting room with her computer bag and bucket of ice. It had been a long, mentally draining day but now she was home, at least whatever hotel was home that week. Placing her keys, key card, and the filled bucket of ice onto the wet bar, she thought of his text, the inst...

Copyright 2014 Tiepinkraider & Wonderway All rights reservedTOGETHER: We can smell the grass and the flowers on the breeze as we lie in the warm, soft, green field at the top of the vast valley, the distant snow-capped mountains visible with no one for miles. It is serene and quiet, peaceful in the dappled shade shielded from the burning sun. Only the birds flying high overhead can see us.HIM: It was just a few weeks ago...

Sighing, I reach for the glass. It is heavy in my hand. This beautiful crystal glass, short, stout, has become an old friend. Its weight, heavy in my hand, a comfort, a symbolic rock. Grabbing a few ice cubes out of the freezer, I drop them into my glass. They clink and twinkling up at me, clear crispness with a speck of cloudiness. Reaching for the Canadian Whisky, the cap spins off quickly and smoothly. I tilt the bottl...

Walking through the gate and past the fence, I enter the tree line. Sight is becoming diminished, a sense of solitude, a comfort, a semi-transparent blindfold. Feeling the darkness envelope me, the ground-hugging fog caressing my skin. Tendrils of cool mist are encasing my legs, licking at their bareness. There is a rustling of leaves under foot as my feet push into the sponginess of dried and cracked ground cover. In the...

She asked if she was still "Your babygirl," and you seemed confused as to why she asked. You had only mentioned it once earlier in the day, and you usually say so it much more. She has come to be very attracted to hearing it. It takes her to a safe place; she is unsure how to describe it. She gets a warmth in her chest, like a flutter, but not. A heat that spreads, like liquid spilled, how it slowly rolls, consuming the d...