With my hubby out of town, I had one question on my mind: “Who would be the lucky recipient of some sizzling phone sex tonight?” Joe? No, he called me Katrina, and that was annoying as fuck. Eric? No, his wife caught him playing online, and that was the last time I heard from his dumb ass. Chad? Ah, yes, Chad. Decadent and salacious, Chad was my go-to phone guy. He could seduce me with dirty talk like no one else and had...

We met Jody and Eliot at a party and hit it off enough to do an occasional show with them, sometimes after meeting for dinner. We shared a common interest in theatre. They had told us it was a second marriage for them both, but not much else. Then one day Jody and I were having lunch at my place. She told me this sad story with a happy ending. OK, I filled in some details and told it in order, though it came out in pieces...

We are the lonely, we live in the shadows, The places deserted by succour and care. We sit at the table but never partake, For the taste of regret is the leanest of fare. We dance to the beat of a drum with no rhythm, And loudly we sing to a silent refrain. We softly converse with the stars and the moonlight, Stillness and memories all that remain. We are the people who love has abandoned, We know how it feels to be touch...

Pearls of a winter’s day plash gently on open hands, Each snowflake a gem of melting opulence, Garnishing season’s moods with opalescent sheets. Purity celebrated in perpetual variety, With polished faces of ivory radiance; Their tender and alluring eyes abounding everywhere.   Shades of winter relax not in the hue of hope; Where love is blue sadness seeks sympathy, But blue is livid in my fleeting fantasies Where no warm...

Touch yourself for me I want to watch you That's why you come here Late at night to gaze at me on the screen My succulent milky white ass My thighs wrapped around your mind. I know what you want I know what you need.   Touch yourself for me Want me so badly Such a bad boy you are tonight I know you want me in your bed Holding me down Thrusting inside of me Helpless before your dark need.   Touch yourself for me Needing th...

I hoped someone might hear my cries but you read my mind.  I wanted someone to grasp my hand and you swept me into your arms.  I hungered for someone to touch my body, you inhabited my soul.  You held me when I couldn't stand.  You carried me when I couldn’t walk.  You took me to places I could never have imagined and let me dream; the poppy fields, the sun on my back.  While I may never see your face or know your name, w...

You walk by Swallowing the sky, Where it’s not at And neither am I.   Lick my wounds Where overhang, The bloodless battle Whose victory rang.   My thoughts I’ve squandered Where no one hears, Pain is so silent - Grant me your tears.   Laugh at me Whilst I might try, And though it’s cruel, Could you care why?   Look at me, As I am bound To your ignorance, You’ve not yet found.   Touch my eyes That blankets emptiness, And g...

Touch me. Please   My chest is heavy My throat clogged by something invisible The oxygen around me feels thin Or nonexistent I can't breathe   Hold me Please   My skin has forgotten the feeling Of others' hands My body has forgotten the feeling Of others' fingers My soul has forgotten the feeling Of flying with another's Losing itself in the moment.   I am not ready for I love you I am not ready for I need you But I miss...

I travel to thee to set me free, My passions do arise, Your ecstasies I do believe, They are my favorite prize.   In tenderness I give my bliss, While tears they may arise, For loneliness is best expressed With openness and sighs.   In muted glow we seek to know New secret hidden gems, With body play we feel our way To rises, dips, and bends.   Oh healing touch there is so much To mend, assuage, and save, Expressed for th...

You see me, pressed into the wall, and dust off my cobwebs. I am starving and you feed me.   You moisten my dry lips, and soothe my parched tongue. Touches awaken sleeping nipples,  fanning the hidden flames within.   Your body fills my empty spaces, squeezing out loneliness. Your searing cock melts the ice between my legs. I find my voice, screaming with my longing fulfilled.   I hit Publish and close my laptop. Reality...

My teen years Who am I? I am scared to share my feelings. I feel less than. I am often sad. If I bring home a "B" from school, I am punished. If I falter in one of my chores, I am punished. If I express an opinion instead of silently obeying, I am punished.  The worse thing I endure is the disappointment in my parent's eyes when I fall short of perfection. If I am not perfect, I am a failure.  Feeling like you can't live...

I always had a fascination for Barbies. I still remember my first Barbie that I got when I was just nine years old. It was a snowy Christmas morning and the tree was littered with gifts of all shapes and sizes. Each present contained a small parchment with each of my siblings names written on them. I reached for the yellow rectangular box and hugged it tightly. I scrambled to the fireplace and gazed at this box, my young...