I put my pearls and went out. Out into the street, the moon. Ready to be yours. Where will I find you? The first guy I look. When, where, who? I decide The here and the now! Did you like the pearls? Are they beautiful? Then pick them up. Feel. Beautiful and expensive. like me. Naked, in the street? Why bother? It's to look at me. It's to want me. touch me. and come. But only who I want. When, where, now. Feel. They're my...

Club Tronix – Saturday Night The dark techno music is hot and deep, vibrating through the club. Amy accepts her drink from the bartender, looking down the row of others shouting their request. Red stage lights dominate the scene, young bodies pressing together in a sea of ecstasy. Amy leans close to Hanna, her words nearly a shout above the music. “What about him!?” Amy nods to a muscled guy at the end, a tight shirt show...

When you smile I see thirty-one pearls Your eyes sparkle Deep dark pools of whirls Your voice An angel singing When you laugh A waterfall beginning Pumping your blood And holding your love Your heart so big The universe fits like a glove Hotter than the Sun Your soul burns Your passion Like a cauldron churns A more perfect Person I do not know How much I love you It’s impossible to show You share all this With me alone In...

He admired her pussy from behind; the wetness that was glistening in the low light, the way the lips were slightly parted with arousal and the scent of her. Nestled in between the lips, his eye caught sight of the creamy white bead. He ran his finger over the small sphere of white, and heard her moan. His finger gently pulling on it, he watched as the string of pearls slowly emerged, each bead shiny with her wetness. Slow...

He stayed her hand and grabbed it with his own, where they hovered in mid-air, their fingertips dancing in the dim light.“Keep it on,” he instructed. Her green eyes alight, she moved their joined hands to her left breast, squeezing and massaging it. The long rope of pearls that hung in between her fair bosoms and reaching past her navel, clicked and clacked slightly with the movements of their joined hands. His hand was m...

She lay kneeling, facedown on the bed, ass in the air, naked except for the kitten ears. Her husband had tied her wrists behind her back, and her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.  She trembled in anticipation. A red satin blindfold, tied securely at the back of her head, stole her eyesight. Her other senses compensated. Her nose pressed against the soft down of the blankets and sheets. They smelled of the co...

The ocean raged like a wounded beast miles above them, whipped up by the violent thunderstorm passing overhead, but the tempest barely registered eight hundred fathoms beneath the surface. It certainly did not register to Tess, intent as she was on the moonlight colored pearl she held lightly between her teeth, readying herself to push it with a trembling tongue into the waiting labial lips of Eperia, her secret lover and...

She was sitting in the passenger seat, slightly turned toward me. Her legs spread and she was slowly working her clit, showing me everything. I had already told her she was not allowed to cum yet, but hearing her breathing I could tell she was getting close. Glancing sideways I snapped, “I said you’re not allowed to cum yet.” Even I could hear the anger rising in my voice, but all she did was giggle and keep going because...

He stood there quietly, leaning against the wall, nursing a single malt scotch and observing the people attending this party. As he sipped his host’s superb whisky he spotted that same host making his way through the crowd of people in his direction. Not only was the man a wonderful host, Josh was also a great friend. “What are you doing over here by yourself?” Josh asked. “I don’t invite you to my parties to play pocket-...

Time is a lie. There is no past, no future. There is only now, only this moment together. Only you, only I, only the moon hanging in the clouds like a tarnished ghost. We have just returned from a lifeless black tie gala at the art museum. We stand at arm’s reach from each other. A full moon shines through your open window, grey and cryptic, spilling moonlight across your face. Your eyes twinkle, your lips part, yet you d...