Gypsy girl, Flirting with danger. Shy man, needing touch... Midnight moon, pussy wet, Clenching for a cock to ride... You, bulging so much That I can see your veins pulsing for my desire, My fuckjuice. It took one look Fucking like cosmos with our telepathic thoughts. Giant sunbursts easing my gentle whimpers... Silence. And then a cataclysm of waves Tsunami's of pleasure. With one look, A stare from your baby blues... Me...
Under the street lamps and neon signs, the streets and sidewalks glistened from the recent rain. It always seemed to have just rained around here, leaving puddles and steam coming off the hot concrete. Day or night, it was always humid. But did anyone see this place in the daylight? I don’t know. Like everyone else on this side of the bridge, I seemed to only come out at night. There may have been a moon out that night, a...
Twenty four hours previously… ooOoo “Good day, sunshine,” Pete sang the Beatles song to Tara in a slight whisper, gently waking her up in the late hours of the morning. The marine layer kept the beach city overcast, and the breeze of the cool September air felt good on her tired body. “Hey beautiful,” he said softly, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Eggs, bacon, toast or yogurt?” he asked as he put the tray down on...
From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - Sixth entry.I have yet to share the truth with anyone, even Emma, with whom I have grown closer to than anyone else in my life. It tears at me, keeping secrets, here, where we have torn down the walls separating us. I feel apart suddenly, and it is not a feeling I find comfortable. Before, I would leave the thoughts within these pages for all too see. Now, I hide my journal, unwillin...
The body wasn’t there when I got to the warehouse. That was the first sign that she was back. I stood looking at the blood stained floor with my arms folded whilst the foreman tried to make excuses, my mind filled with thoughts of her. “It was the shift changeover and you know what Gerund’s like, a slow change is worse than a time thief.” He tried a smile which I didn’t return. “Anyway, I was only gone for a minute and wh...
He is here somewhere with his arrows and bow he is hovering just out of sight He's watching me as I'm playing the games til the moment is exactly right I am sure he's there always trying to trick but I'm constantly standing on guard My defense is strong but the armor will crack when there's somebody touching my heart Then he lifts his bow and he's aiming his arrow tries to hit me from somewhere above So I try to hide from...
"So you got my text?" I so would have loved to see your face when your cell vibrated and your beautiful eyes fell upon the content. 'Central Library. 9pm.' I can only imagine the inquisitive raise of your eyebrow. I mean if it had been against any other name it would be a dead cert for a wrong number. But the thing is it was not a random number or name that flickered upon your cell screen. Innocuous to any prying innocent...
A few miles outside of Rome. Rome, Georgia that is…. Moaning and rubbing his eyes, Ryan woke to the noise of a crowing rooster. A glance toward the bedroom window showed just enough light to let him know it was almost dawn. The rooster crowed again. “Damn noisy cock,” he moaned under his breath. A loud sigh grabbed his attention and he turned toward the woman lying in bed with him. Clenching her hands she gritted her teet...
The engine revs under the less than gentle command of her foot. She sees the excitement in his eyes and makes for the edge of the map, ignoring his fear. “If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum,” he tells her. “Then take the wheel.” “What?!” He can't believe his ears. This girl is amazing, but he's starting to think that she might just be too crazy, even for him. Then again, maybe not... “Don't get any fucking cum in my car,”...
"No turning back," I whisper as the front of the bus comes into view. I wrap my arms around my waist cautiously as I approach, a frown forming on my lips as I see red and blue lights glisten on the side of the bus. "They didn't," I say in disbelief. Sure enough, two police cars are positioned behind the bus with three different officers surrounding the bus. "There she is!" I hear from inside the bus and I hang my head in...
Wordless, Silmaria burst into motion, springing forward to dash down to her burning home. Or tried to, at least. Before she’d gone two strides, Lord Rael’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist in a grip like steel. He yanked her back toward him and growled softly into her ear, “Don’t be a fool. We don’t know what’s down there. Follow me and stay quiet! Keep low.” Though it galled her to be slow at all right then, Si...
From the age of about sixteen, I began to discover how much I enjoyed not having any clothes on; and not just in a sexless, healthy, naturist sort of way, I’m ashamed to admit.It began by just sleeping in the nude. Once I’d shut my door and turned on my bedside light, instead of hopping straight into bed in my pyjamas, I’d pull my pyjama top over my head and kick off my bottoms. Sometimes I’d stand in front of the full-le...
Life is good. I’m not making tons of money or creating the most challenging projects, and that is okay, but my marriage is good, although the sex is marital sex. That means I have sex, but it isn’t wild and dangerous, passionate, frequent enough, nor do we do it with as much experimentation or variety as I want. But we still do it, and there is lot’s of it. We have read Open Marriage and talked about some of the possibili...
As I wake, or at least my eyes and brain began to focus on the same things, I can see from the blurry image that I am inside. It is a small hut or shack, I can only see the room I'm in and from the floor at that. I can not move my body, shifting my eyes is all I can manage. Having no idea where I am, my mind starts to try to put together the events that I can still remember. The last that I can bring up is the patrol, we...
My writing tends to suggest that I am in my thirties or forties because I want to seem closer in age to the young audience who dominate the Lush family. In truth, I'm a good bit older. Of course, things we publish here don't have to be factual. As it happens, this new story--from about three and a half decades ago--is very close to true...There was a decade in my middle years when televangelism was superinfluential here i...
