Black wheels spin on the wet blacktop, kicking up water as she drives through darkness, Still Corners’ ‘Sad Movies’ playing on fuzzy speakers via her favorite station. It's a night when not even the moon threatens to shine behind the clouds, not a flash of lightning to illuminate even the briefest moment. The clouds are so thick they're uniform, rain dripping slow and heavy. Alexandra is cozy in the flannel-bound seat, fa...
My wife's statement after our frantic fuck session from the previous story kept going through my mind. Hence a few evenings afterwards, after a satisfying session of oral sex, I asked her what the blindfold meant to her. She told me that she believed that the woman in the film must feel liberated and more open to the things that were happening to her when she was getting into it! She stated that she would surely be more o...
You can live with someone for years without getting to know their deepest desire. This is the story of how I became acquainted with my wife's hidden, unspoken sexual desire. This is a true story, It all started with the purchase of a video recorder. At that time, my wife was around 40, and purchasing a VCR was a big event. One evening the bell rang and Marc our neighbour from next door stood at the door with a broad grin...
Dear Prudence, I don’t usually write to advice columnists– actually I don’t even usually read your column– but I don’t know where else to turn. And it’s not just because the problem is sexual... well, it’s not really sexual... but it’s partly sexual. I guess you could call it sexual, but it’s mostly weird. I am writing to you for advice because I have a very weird sexual problem... but not in the kinky sex weird sort of w...
When the lights go down And the stars are shining Will your mind go back To where truth is blinding Holding your heart tightly Inside it’s cage Fighting your feelings Pulling against the rage Can you forget the passion In the nights before To when you were captivated By your lovers lure Is the damage too new Raw and tender Will the tears still fall When you surrender The moonlight is calling To erase the pain...
The rain was coming down harder than ever so Lori was soaking wet by the time she made it through her front door. Her hair was matted to her head and her eyes were large and alert. She looked slightly mad when she burst in screaming, “Mom!” Her heart was thumping wildly with anticipation. She needed to know if Madame V was right, if what she had seen was real or if she was just some carnival hack that knew how to mess wit...
A raindrop fell onto Lori’s cheek and she paused to look up. The darkening sky was threatening to pour down. She smiled for the first time in weeks. Lori loved days like this and they almost made her feel complete. Almost. She had been going to her local county fair her entire life. Though when she was younger she didn't get to enjoy it as much because her mom had signed her up for every horse show. It was to ensure that...
I still remember the first time I felt her warm breath against my skin; it's soft bait sent shivers cascading down my spine. Since that very first time I have been trying to find that feeling again, longing for it, starved for it. Never finding it. I often found myself deep in thought in my thinking space. To most, it was simply an old dingy warehouse deep in the damages of age, but something about its decay comforted me,...
My arms lock round your trembling thighs,My hands bolted round your squirming wrists,My lips brush your slit to the chorus of your sighs,Awaiting my hunger your quivering turns and twists,I drag my tongue the length of your melting core,You push your center to my teasing lips,Your unrealized desire, a lust that turns sore,My teeth hold you in place with its firm but gentle grip,Devouring you suddenly with fury as you begi...
In my journal of poetic love, versus Argus eyedAs I scribe the vermilion with a darker shadeFeeling quintessence of silence calling my nameFearing no evil and feeling no painUnder the gleam of the magenta moonIn absentia of cellophaneAwaiting my shadow-lover, who comes soonHaving felt a presence of an amorphous shadowLike a brush-footed butterflyAs a scent lingers of its gossamer's shawlInvoking the darkness with desire t...
It was in that moment when you smiled,Which had caught my attention,Your light and the way you shined,Had me craving, like an addiction. Though I knew you belonged to another,It wouldn’t be long before you will be,In my arms filling my needs,With your warmth and love. Little by little, I watched,Little by little, I smiled,As your seduction, to be mine. In the background I watched you,radiating like the sun with those abou...
It was Sunday morning, and Guy Carson, financial advisor in public, dominant in private, glanced at his watch. Ten minutes to eleven. At 11 am, his new submissive, Emma Morgan, would start. Six other ladies had taken on this task. Two had given up within two weeks of service, causing Guy to impose a thousand dollar holding until two months of being submissive had elapsed. That money was returned when two months were over....
This hurtsAgainI wish it were goneIt hurtsAgainNo matter how longI thought it was betterBut it’s bested meUnable to hideIt tracks when I fleeFocus on somethingSeal off the painWrap around and aroundIdle thoughts in my brainDistract with white noiseNumbing gray humStrike inward eye blindShielding glare from the sunFor full light can obstructAs well as the darkEither one blocking tormentThat targets my heart.
I stand alone on a white sandy beach.The night sky looking down on me,as The stars sparkle above like a diamond in the rough.The moonlight shines down reflecting of off the calm sea night sea. I lower my head to look down into the calm sea.Looking like a mirror to seeA young old woman staring back, crying from the inside.I realize the young old woman is me. Dropping to my knees, quickly covering my face.Telling myself my...
Love kills softly and slowly, Like a disease it enters, Filling you with its ugly decay, Creeping and crawling away. Sheathed in concerto, Singing passion with gusto, Lying whispers to the heart Intoxicating your mind, until nothing sane remains. You fill your voids, and dig your hole, Like worms it wriggles into your core, It eats at your membrane, gnawing away, Leaving you with no more moves to play. Flooding your sense...
