Never been an exhibitionist, but the thought is slowly growing on me, breeding from within, consuming me. The intention, once insignificant, building into action from just a glance in the bathroom mirror. The pics taken, unleashing an unexpected rush and extraordinary arousal. Then a burning itch, making me share them with purpose, a newfound kind of release. ... Eyes lit up wide open, taking in the view—shapes and colou...
Anna Morgan awoke knowing things weren’t right. That ache, low down. Different from the ache from her monthlies, which were at least two weeks away. Under the bedsheet, she was naked. No! She never slept naked. And why was she damp down there? Down in her dirty parts. Anna sat up and saw her pyjamas slung over a nearby chair. From downstairs came vague noises, one of them the chugging of the kitchen tap. She’d meant to ha...
Ella Fitzgerald was singing, ’Every time we say goodbye.’ From the door, Carrie put down the case and looked at him. “Why that one?” Paul shrugged, “Alexa’s choice. But so true.” His eyes roamed longingly over her clinging blue dress, fabulous breasts, thighs V-ed. “You’ll quickly forget me.” “Forget our searching, exploring mouths. Yours so warm and welcoming. Smoothness of those breasts. Entering you. The places we’ve b...
This is for a girl on here, who I really want to confess my love to, but I can't find the balls to do it. I really love her, and I have no idea if she know I do, and if she does, I hope it doesn't freak her out. If you are her, and you are reading this, I love you, and you will always have my heart. I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel it in my heart. Okay and now I will stop babbling so you can read a poem about how I...
