Smelly Little Tranny Mutant John tells me not to shower before I come over because he wants to smell the real me. Ever loyal and thorough, I spend the Friday before I visit him in a series of nerve-wracking sales meetings that burn my deodorant off in seconds. I then head out for a few drinks with workmates, which inevitably turn into quite a lot of drinks. At the end of the evening, I cop off with a barman who’s had his...

Part 1: A Friendship Found?   She stood facing the fire wrapped in a bath towel. They had just finished bathing and she was warming herself, pondering the future. A few minutes later he followed wearing his bathrobe. As he stepped into the lounge her towel slipped revealing her unblemished nakedness silhouetted in the dancing flames. Even in middle age, she retained her gymnastic body with amazingly firm 42D breasts. Ever...

We were meant to leave half an hour ago to go meet our friends for a meal, but you’re still changing your outfit. I stand in doorway and see your clothes are thrown all over the room along with pairs of shoes. I can see faded mascara tracks trailing down your cheeks. I leave the doorway and go downstairs to call our friends and apologise that we won’t be making it tonight, but we can rearrange for another night. I grab a...

Secrets whisper over skin, Soft, delicate and needy, Wanting to be free.  Secrets that even you do not know, But I do.    That dip behind your ear, if I kiss it, you will shiver. That ridge of your bicep, If I touch it you will flex.  I know you.    The arch of your collar bone, If I nip it you will hiss.  The ridged valley of your pectorals, My tongue can illicit a groan here.  You're my plaything.    The V of your hips,...

so supple yet so omnipotent doesn’t it scare you mouth wide open perked and ready nostrils juicing with hazy changes as I live through the sparkling seasons of wintry livids through crude crimsons to pleasant purples baking on the tip where I am dying in the oyster darkness whose stem is the source of a river that flows in blood and wine that speaks to me in a Spanish melody that murders the silence of our eyes in your ey...

“I’m not sure Sarah, I’m not that desperate," I said. “Come on Elle! Aren’t you at least a bit curious?” Sarah whined. Body Rentals had been around for a few years now, but only recently had the price and portability of their control unit’s dropped low enough for regular people to afford them. Regular people like Sarah, who was now sitting on the floor of my room desperately trying to get me to let her try it on me. “Curi...

If your body is a vesselfrom which your spirit will live on,then I will love that vesseluntil its spirit's gone. I will worship it and treat itwith the deepest of respectnever taking it for grantedtaking care it's never wrecked. As its captain I won't ground iton a wild and rocky shoreor steer through stormy seaswhere it may fall apart and more. I won't maroon it on an Islandand leave it lost alonefor that would be a sinf...

  When we come togetherlust is in control.It's a sweet explosionof two bodies with one soul. Forged from pure emotionlove beating in two hearts.It's an elixir of devotiongreater than our parts.  One look the start of somethingwe wouldn't dare to stop,even if we couldfor we covet every drop. Every drop of blissand every kiss of ecstasy,is like an old time moviewith breathless lovers by the sea. Blue waves rush in to cool t...

Lying still beside you,in the early morning hours,my love for you is blooming,like a field of wild flowers.Like a field of wild flowers,swaying in the breeze,my heart and soul is dancing:mind and body are at ease.Mind and body are at ease,with the perfume of last night,when we did the dance of love,and got the movements right.We got the movements right,each and every one,as we held each other tight,burning hotter than the...

1. Morning Star.The new light of the day,Falls across my furrowed brow,I hear a lovely melody,That's a part of me and how.I awaken from my dreams,And reach for my guitar,I play a song for Lucy,Who is my morning star.Soon she yawns and stretches,Rubbing the slumber from her eyes,Let no man put asunder,What a peaceful fellow tries.As she opens up the window,I bend these strings and strum.I'm just a shadow on the wall,Draped...

Persephone gently pushed Hades away and stepped back, his hands reluctantly sliding from her flesh. She turned and walked toward the gate behind her. Still on his knees, he stared enthralled at the coxinant twists of her retreating buttocks. His callipygian captor paused and looked back at him and gave one word. "Follow." Hades scrambled to his feet and was fast on her heels, even as she retreated into a long, unlit tunne...

Hades gritted his teeth, fingers twitching at his side. He was panting, drips of sweat running down his bare back, his shoulders, his forehead, soaking the blindfold. It annoyed him, though it was fine silk, he fought the impulse to take it off. He had been preparing for this night, deep in the caves that span the foundations of the Alsitor mountain range, and his role as [prisoner/guest/slave/student] was not one he had...