No one knew about their story, no one knew when it started, no one knew it would live, branded in their souls forever. No one knew anything about it, they just kept their secret safe. Only the river and the old bridge were their trusted friends. Their way...
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Fear not, my most beloved, the city keeps our liaison secure. The old stones have engraved our names in their fiery hearts, the greyish river remembers to keep our scent in its waters We somehow will always live in the travelling breeze of Time, In the ol...
My Heart Can't Be Wrong Again
After a past of disappointment, will you take a chancePatiently I waitWill tonight be the nightThe night we have so oft dreamt ofPlease come through the doorMy heart can’t be wrong again I look at the clockThe minutes crawl pastTaunting me with every tickThis time will be different I prayMy heart can’t be wr...
Out from the silence of years, lost in the memory of dead seconds, walking through the labyrinth of time knowing the way out is deeply hidden and the centre perversely elusive, I can still say your memory lingers in the city of bridges and dark river, in...
My Lover's Day
You ever have someone love you so much that it scares you?The roses he left at my doorI told him were a no.That time he ambushed with a ringStill makes me go “woah.” The chocolate that I used to tameHis tongue a touch more civilThe teddy he once knit for meAnd the gifts he tried to whittle The book I mailed to h...
Just the sanding of the years on a wall still firm and strong, just the flaking here and there, while time smiles and goes on. Just a few more marks and lines on a surface still quite smooth, while events unfold and fade, while peace and turmoil meet and...
Time and gardens go together, love and roses go together crystals and rain go together, fireplaces and Winter also go together… We, on the other hand, shared time in gardens, enjoyed love and roses, loved raindrops on crystals, cuddled near the fireplace...
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Dreams Turn To Reality For A Mother And Son
Mother and son are both unaware of the sexual feelings that the other has for them until.....Manel Sharma, aged forty-five, was an extremely attractive single mother to eighteen-year-old Raju. The boy's father had long since departed so mother and son were the only occupants of the three-bedroom house. Manel worked in a shop and Raju was attendin...
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Angela knew she was different – she just needed the right man to prove her right.She had waited for the right man for a long time. A mother of two, insatiable and unsatisfied by her husband, yet she uncurls her sexual wings, somewhat reluctantly and carefully, with a friend that knew her; knew her needs, her wants, her very soul. Prob...
Just now I remembered you, years have not faded your memory, time has not killed my feelings, desire flows through muy veins and my spirit remains indómitable. You gave me once the gift of lust, of laughter in the face of time, of love wrapped in companio...
She Waits
It's so worth the waitShe waits until she can see himLife pulls them in different directionsSo she has to wait till the day is doneThen she can feel the touch of his handThe feel of his bodyThe weight of himWhen he mounts herClaiming what is hisShe leaves her mark on his bodyD...
Kismet (Part 2)
Damian gives me a perfect day and night...I feel the warmth on my face and awaken, squinting at the sunshine streaming through the window. Upon fully opening my eyes, I find myself in an unfamiliar bed. It isn't an ordinary bed though - a canopy adorns the bed with pale silks cascading to the flo...
Kismet
A perfect storm changes my path...I bang my head against the steering wheel, not believing my luck. It really is the perfect storm. Pitch-black night. Pouring rain. Dead car. No cell service. Lost. This sequence of events is just par for the course for me. An unfulfilling career, a string...
I Touch Myself
Chrissy Amphlett said it best…I touch myself when I’m lying in bed, thinking of you, wishing our bodies could be intertwined. I imagine your fingers finding their way through my pink folds until the treasure they seek is found. You nuzzle my neck, sending decadent shivers down my spin...