Silver Stories

I was the first to wake up that weekday morning. And I quickly realized that a certain body part already was awake and very noticeable. My cock was hard against me. Now, I have always enjoyed such a sensation in the morning. But at my age, it usually doesn’t happen. So for it to occur on this day—or any other day—was a nice surprise. My wife was still asleep and on her side facing the wall. I rolled over to her and snuggl...

We lay within a darkened room, our night light only a crescent moon, My dew upon her silvered wheat, our stolen moment, watermelon sweet. Her breath is soft as she sleeps, I pray the Lord my heart she'll keep. The morning sun soon wakens me, a bright and blinding reveille, She stirs beneath pastel sheets, stretches arms, 'n yawns so sweet. Her morning smile's a sunny charm as she cuddles within my arms. Widowed by the Scy...

Inside your heart,Feel my voice,Beat like a teardrop,"You have a choice."Skills of a juggler,Arms of some Hindu deity,Multitasking,Losing reality.End of the tunnel,My Silverlight,Let me go,While love still burns bright.~Roxy

I enjoy sex. There, I said it, I enjoy sex. It’s what I told my doctor was the reason I wanted birth control. To say he was taken back was an understatement. Yet that didn’t stop him from fucking me silly on the exam table, but that’s a story for another time. I’ve been a single gal for many years. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends and even a girlfriend or two, but I’ve yet to meet the right person to share my life with, and I’...

My writing's a tide of feelings, that ebb and flowStrong underpinnings of passion and lust building slow So much I sacrificed, to be your petYour absence not easy, to forgive and forget Right now I put aside, the hurt to be faithful to my dutyAlways ready to serve, like a good submissive should be With eyes on your body, I touch and teaseThe heat between my legs, only my Dom can appease Ordered on my knees, I smile with r...

I get a text message in the early afternoon: "Italian executive at the Mayflower, drinks this evening?" Sounds promising, I respond immediately. Sometimes I dislike meeting for drinks, especially when meeting a client for the first time. Often, it means they're not quite at ease with what they're doing. It can become like an interview where they awkwardly and feverishly try to ask the right questions in order to reassure...