You, Eros.     Left me by the crisp pool, too much sunblock running in rivulets down my back, stomach, Slowly down fat fat double cream thighs. You, too rich for my palette when I like my chili-dog with ketchup You licked above my upper lip.   I watched the horizon for a sign you’re back. Waiting on a plastic Adirondack - nipples tight, knees loose, boombox so wet. Popping stale bubble-gum behind glitter heart sunglasses...

I look at the screen on the in-flight entertainment and can see the plane getting closer and closer. The anticipation and want grow more and more inside me. Today was finally the day. We had been dreaming about this so long and finally, it's here.  Finally, the captain had spoken over the intercom telling the flight crew to prepare for landing and my heart began to beat so fast that I felt like it could shoot out of me. I...

Still no message Looking longingly at the screen Wondering why you have not messaged me Will you message me, if not, why not Have I upset you, do you no longer want me   Still no message I try to distract my mind There must be something else I can do Could turn off the phone, no I might miss it   Still no message Should I message you, should I go first Would I appear desperate, would you even respond My mind is full of do...

On this lush island, Suitcases unpacked, We trade our pallid Greenwich fogs And stinging coastal mists For drenching, Rainbowed cascades Under which we play And slake feral thirst. We tangle in solandra vines, Skin saturated In tropical deluge Yet aflame With touch sparked Chain lightning. Even the night's deepest thunder Can't suppress desperate whispers Wordlessly invoking Downpours of refreshment While passions conflag...

Dexter Marks was his team's star quarterback. He stood on the sidelines watching the last few minutes of the game tick by. His team had possession of the ball and were not about to give it up. They were so far ahead in points that the coach put some of the second and third stringers in to give them some field time. Dex gave each one encouragement as they ran onto the field. Dex was tall and well built for someone so young...

Ken had been fascinated by erotic lingerie since he had first discovered it in his youth He found the pictures of the girls in Playboy magazine a turn on as did a lot of other boys his age. The thrill that shot through his body and hardened his teenage cock while looking at these pictures was unbelievable. it was intensified if they were clad in black lingerie. The sight of black nylons, with or without seams, on beautifu...

With a whisper, a touch, a kiss, I broke through her defences. I became her first. I becamemy baby's safe harbor. Strong and independent, she needed time to grow. I pushed and she flewfrom baby's safe harbor. She was betrayed by others, left broken and alone. She ached to returnto baby's safe harbor. Not knowing it was still there, not knowing how to get back, she didn't understand I waitedin baby's safe harbor With a whi...

Bingo turned the end of the conversation with Fred over and over in his mind as he started his walk. “It’s all about how you take the stage..” “What?” “I think I have to go. All this talk about you, and your dating profile, it’s compounding my own… stench of… of desperation. It might not work out but I have to get out there you know?” “No.” “Well I’m gone, I’ll let you know how it goes.” “You do that. Good chat. Thanks fo...

With barely a breath she waits in anticipation. Waits for the touch, promised and spoken of with intensity and fervour in long hours of separation. Waits for the sound of murmured endearments, whispered with intent, and uttered with care. Waits for the taste of the kisses yearned for as if they carried the breath of life itself. Waits for the warmth of skin against skin, and the cool of breath breathed across wetness that...

Last night I walked alone, long the banks of the Kootenai. Where the moonlight gently dances, upon the waters edge. Within the shimmering of each reflection, I see only images of you. On the cool mountain breeze, I feel the soft touch  of your hand upon my face. Through the stands of whispering pines, I hear only your soft voice. Reminding me, how far away you are,  yet so very close. Like the river canyon itself, you've...