I languish in the bed, lying on top of the cover Old memories surface, trying to recover Ghosts of the past, they fill my mind How have they been, have the years been kind I close my eyes and their faces appear They slide past, year after year Dozens of women, some young and some old Each important, the truth be told Their scents, their voices, their bodies and souls Imprinted in me, they filled the holes In my life at th...
My first roommate in college. Then the other two... First Pride LA, 1970. Those nasty good diesel dyke fingers in the alley behind Annie's Whole... The sweet bruises after Sheila's roller disco orgy... Chi Lee and her whole anime latex thing... My private vagina workshop and bakery... Miss Alicia, that horrible mistake... The lone journey after, seeking balance, salvation, another... Holding Jane's hand, kissing her lips,...
Lights twinkle on the tree as the last gift is placed. I slip into bed and she reaches for me, gently kissing and hugging until I am between her legs. Slow fucking with familiar moves brings us to mutual orgasm, and we fall asleep spooning. The door bursts open, two kids and an energetic lab jumping on the bed, waking us with cries of “Santa was here!” and we smile at each other. Now we wake up together in a quiet house,...
In my dreams, you come to me, my darling, Every night in the darkness, you are there, Slipping quietly under the duvet To lie beside me in my lonely bed, Where I wait breathless with eager desire. The delicious feel of your naked breasts Nestling warm and yielding against my chest Unleashes a wave of nervous delight Down my body into my stirring shaft, Which hardens in hot anticipation Of the sweet pleasures to come when...
Watching the World Cup, I did a double take when I saw the substitute goalkeeper. Eight years ago, we slept together in Valencia. He was sporty and looked great naked. I don't doubt I was just one of many girls for him. My boyfriend, on the sofa with me, has no idea that I once rode and sucked that goalkeeper's cock. That he kissed my naked body. That he loved it when I pressed on the skin between his ass and his balls. T...
The rooms are bare now and echo. I am moving. I've lived here since childhood, as a daughter, wife, and widow. I had my first orgasm here and my biggest best orgasm there, after the 1998 world cup final. If you look closely at one wall in the living room, there's a dim handprint. It's mine. I was bracing myself against the wall as my then-boyfriend fucked me hard from behind. I've watched eight men undress here and used h...
I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my last. To my eyes, he is not the stiff, balding old man who climbs into bed with me. He's still the young charmer with the brilliantined hair. I hope I am still eighteen...
Warm soft lips nibble my left lobe, causing a slight tickle, and you whisper huskily, "Hopping in the shower. Join me?" Only days since we rang in the New Year with a bang. It's the usual cold morning following the previous night’s light and fluffy snowfall in our mountain hideaway. "May I?" I reply in my best attempt for a sultry voice to show my interest in your invitation while wiping sleep out of my eyes. You wink, sl...
Juan's favourite memory of his one night with Joana was not coming, or even her vocal orgasm. It was the moment when she reached down and pulled her shirt up to expose her belly. That was his invitation. Seeing that white tummy, his autopilot kicked in. There were curtains to close. A condom to find. A neck to kiss and a vagina to explore with his tongue. How she writhed! He saw her naked breasts, buttocks, hips and thigh...
My name is Ethan, and now, at the age of forty, I’m living in Raleigh, North Carolina with my wife, Hannah, and our daughter who is in high school. I’m a sales manager with a medical device company and travel an average of three days a week, sometimes with my boss, Mitchell, who is the sales director, when we’re working together on major, potential customers. Hannah is a beautiful woman, and we had a great sex life until...
Writhing, panting and moaning you move beneath me, your hair fanning out across the sheet like a halo. Your beautiful eyes are shimmering as they stare into mine and our climax nears. Painted nails etch my back as you begin to quiver, tracing light designs of lust in my skin. The squeeze of your pleasure overwhelms my senses as your orgasm peaks and I plunge deeply as I release with you. Gasping, tingling and radiating he...
The turnpike lay in front of me as it had for years and decades before, and surely yet to come. Three lanes wide on my southbound side, the same going the northbound route whizzing past me on the other side, at least at this section in southern Jersey: all those years of traveling the east coast megalopolis, between Washington and Boston with the occasional diversion off west to Philadelphia. Family trips. Work trips. The...
The attraction was instantaneous, and the timing impeccable. In a drunken fog, we connected in the dark hall. Your legs coiled around my hips as we struggled to satisfy our carnal appetites. So soon over, but it painted a lasting memory. I remember your face, the taste of your lips, the fragrance of your skin, and the feel of your sex. We believed we had time, and I did not learn your name. We were separated back in the p...
We’d drink and we’d laugh and we’d sleep in the stains fully aware that we’d never remain through the change the distance between so cold and unseen but felt in our hearts, so young and so clean yet to be tainted by the lovers disease so easy to lean on those that redeem you when they guide you and hide you from the one that would rise you above the noise that destroys a box full of toys in your attic but you’re an addic...
I have a cavein a desert washwhere I go to fastand dream In the fire's deliriumshadows dancethe close grained wallsin time to memory's song Swirling and glidingthey coalesce unbiddeninto your singularsilhouette Your ancestor's geneshave robbed me of youthe mind and bodythat made me whole But through closed eyesI see the light-less youcast aside such constraintsand flow across the space The one I once heldtransubstantiated...
