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Pania of the reef

A poem based around the New Zealand Maori myth of Pania of the reef

Still and silent stream in the midnight darkResting amongst the flax is the night sky beauty herselfQuenching a thirst from the sweet, still watersWinds that whisper vows and carry the faintest of spellsHer eyes are deep pools of wintery waterPlaying in the shallows feels safe, any deeper and you risk drowningAn otherworldly beauty emerges from her secret streamSuch an ethereal maiden has never before been seenRushing to...

Tonight

She’s hot, horny and sexy as hell and she has only one thing on her mind tonight!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I want you to cum in my pussy tonight. I want your thick dick. I want your hard cock. I want every inch of you. Fuck yeah! I want every drop of you. I want you to stick it in and fuck me good. I want to be your cum hole tonight. Fuck me. Suck me. Lick me. Taste me. Feel me. Make love to me. Oooooh. Work it. Stroke it. Yank it. Love it. Aaah. Aaah. Yes, do it just like that. Oooooh....

"Myfanwy... Myfanwy... Am I yours. Am I yours.""Yes, yes, yes you are -"Oh! those words of reassurance, those words of need, those words of love.The smile, the sigh, the open mouth, the lustful scent that drifts on the rising air.The hand of hers, that slowly clutches and feeds their fingers through filamentous hair,And the brush of fingertips against warm gossamer-like skin.The heady rush of need, desire, lust, all broug...

You kept my tears as souvenirs.Played upon my darkest fears.Held my heart in contempt.Used me till I was totally spent.Yet I continued to come back for more.No matter how many times you slammed the door.I only wanted to be held by you,Nothing mattered till I knew.How you really felt inside.It was then I finally cried.Your indifference in the open, unable to hide.The nature of your deception, even your body lied.You never...

Geek Girl Cleans Up

A bookstore shoplifter pays for her crime...and really enjoys it.

She'd been coming into the bookstore I managed for a long time, always heading directly to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section. She looked like a typical fantasy-freak—someone who spoke fluent Elvish and could quote chapter and verse from every Star Trek/Star Wars script and Harry Potter book ever written. She wore glasses, brown hair in braids on either side of her head; a black tank-top, baggy jeans and Doc Martens. If you looke...

You can reach out to find meBut I may not be thereThink what you want of meBut I just might not carePut a strain on my heartAnd it just might tearMy body may be hereYet my soul, nowhereNo call for helpNot even a flareDying so suddenlyIt just isn't fairThe ending of "us"no longer a pairAnd all I can dois sit there and stareWatching as it vanishesinto thin airNo longer in my lifeno more feelings to shareWhat was once insepa...

She could feel him watching her but every time her eyes flicked to catch his, he’d be looking down at the tattered day-worn Metro in his hand. Even from ten metres away, the paper looked scuffed and dirty, and it’d been folded in half since the man had first picked it up.They’d both boarded the train at Liverpool Street with the late-commute crowd. 18:27. Two strangers in a crowd of dozens more. A wet night. The air outsi...

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Bird and the Blonde

A strangely preoccupied young woman makes Bird’s boring day at work a lot more interesting.

Bird was hungry and his feet hurt.  His feet always hurt on Saturdays and Sundays, when he worked the register at Walmart.  He hated the job, hated that he never had time to just hang out all weekend like his friends at college, hated that he needed even the pitiful income that he made there just to stay in school.  But he especially hated standing all day on his size-thirteen feet (which, along with his pathetically skin...

Used

After-sex satisfaction

Her lipstick was artfully smudged, the pink hue softening the further it went onto her cheek, mixing in with the face makeup she wore. So smudged and messy was her makeup, that I could not tell where the lipstick ended and the foundation and blush began, it was a streaky mess, proof in my mind of a job well done.Her eye makeup too was messy looking and ruined. Around her inner lash line, closest to her eye, there was no m...

Breasts

An Audio and Visual Experience of the Beauty of Breasts

Listen to the audio of Breasts, but also...Look above you. The Image represents all the words in the best shape ever created.  

First Love

A true story of my very first love - remembered with fondness

Let me say these things now, as IThrow these words down on this electronic canvas. Words that are written in internet ink, andWords that have stayed in my head,Stagnating and idle,Clogging up my life, and my soul...For far too long.Words that I should have said when I was young,But these words did not come easy then.In my silent and unforgiving shyness I could not utter those words of love,Or whisper the feelings of lust,...

Piss Whores in Training - The Stewardess Became My Toilet

How the flight attendant became my personal toilet.

In my work, I sometimes have to go out of country to attend to clients, which is why I was on this flight, once. It's not important why and where exactly, but it was a damn long flight. Luckily, I was going on one of those airlines (don't say which) that hands out free drinks during the entire flight. I don't drink alcohol, so I stick to juices. And since everything is free, I'm not the only one getting refills. I'm sitti...

I Wait

A journey of my heart

I will wait.Today is the first day of the rest of my life.My choice has been made.Nothing could ever change it.I’ve chosen to come before Him. Shedding all I once was.Stripped bare and kneeling. I Will Wait. I give Him my heart. He’s my lover and best friend.I give Him my body. His to use as He sees fit.I give Him my trust.I give Him my submission. I will respect Him in all ways. I will care for Him.I trust that He knows...

A knock is heard on her doorAnd with a smile of expectationShe leads him into the depths of no return.No finesse, no caresses,No love lives here.Listen...You can hear the pounding of the bedpostsAnd the squeeking of the springsAs his rampant urge takes control.You can hear her moans force their way Through the paper thin walls,As they fuck to their hearts content.They don't know you are there,They wouldn't even care.Look....