Perfection is boring That’s what they say! Yet, a crack in the veneer Sends them spiralling away. ~~~ “Oh yes, I want you. I want ALL of you!” They often beg for a taste Too much for a few. ~~~ Perfectly imperfect With flaws in abundance. For those who remain Are ones of substance. ~~~ Some scars are apparent Others more subtle. I take care of myself But appreciate a cuddle. ~~~ Perfection is unattainable And often so am...

Jenna was my roommate, studying to be a doctor ... or something important. She had blonde hair and I had coal black hair all-round, when not shaved. The dorm called us the Bubble Butt Twins. Need I explain ? She forever, lying, tummy down on the bed studying sinews and the the location of rhodium's most humble electron. Yet then did my thoughts turn to her anatomy or was it our chemistry. My chemistry yielded to her chemi...

This beholder’s eyes knows beauty when they see it. Unexpected images arrive in my inbox.  Someone has taken the trouble to thank me for being turned on by some of my stories.  How kind. But wait, these are stunning – no face, how sensible. What do I see?  Everything a man could dream on – the perfect bottom, cheekily encapsulating the hint of a thong, exposed by the jaunty lifting of a polka dot dress. There’s more? That...

A flawless shape and manner to match The envy of friends, the perfect catch Forever in dreams just out of reach Like waves retreating from the beach Your endless search may end in vein Accompanied by a constant pain So maybe search for something new Imperfect can be perfect too

Aaron was only in New York but a week when he first saw her. She was elderly, but she had aged well. Her late husband's wealth had given her a power over aging available to only a few women. She was elegant but could display her disapproval quickly with only a glance or a raised eyebrow. Aaron's gaze had settled on her at a noon-time luncheon with the personnel manager of the New York Symphony.  He had watched her, gently...

White sand beaches breathe themselves into existence. Paint spreads in swaths of purple and blue as the sunset becomes a part of this live canvas. Stars spill wishes into the cupped sliver of moon. My brush moves faster as a body takes its place in the foreground. My heart beats in the colors and textures. Love paints the face I adore but it turns away to look down the beach at sand castles and shells scattered by gentle...

The three of them were inseparable. Celia, Camaire and Crystal. They were known among the girls in school as the 3 C's because of their names. Among the guys, they were known as the 3 C's because of their C-cup breasts. The sixteen year olds did everything together, and it was no different that spring night of the senior party. They loved to get ready together. "How do you girls think I look tonight?" Crystal Stevens turn...

I love him, I love him, words just can't explain From his pretty brown eyes, to the way he says my name. I keep him, I hold him close, close to my heart Nothing in this world could ever tear us apart. I wish he could understand, I wish he could see Just how much he means to me. I wish he would believe me when I say That we are, and will always be okay. I love him, I love him, you just don't understand How he makes me feel...

Sebastian’s wife had just gotten back from her run and she headed to the shower. She made a stop by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and headed up the stairs to wash up. Sebastian had been up in his room sorting out some old photos of their past vacation, some of which included there “alone” nights. They were really into each other and sex every night was a must for them. He heard her walk about half way up the stair...