Parked in an Alameda Avenue bus stop, mind retching turned to dry heaves then sighs. I finally composed myself, restarted the car and drove back on the Alameda just as a bus arrived in my rear-view mirror to claim its space where I’d trespassed. The purpose of coming, to attend Santa Clara University's, Parent's Day, put me back to functional mode. At the University, I first attended Mass at its Mission, one of the twenty...

I could hear you moving around in the next room. You didn't know it, but I could hear you. I could hear the shuffling of the covers, I could hear the sound of movement, I could hear the soft moans you made in your ecstasy. At first I found it to be quite annoying, "Doesn't she have any manners?" I would think, "Can't she keep it down when other people are trying to sleep?". But as time passed my annoyance faded, to be rep...

I am PonPon. In this world of strange people having strange or weird fetishes, I am out of this world with one of the strangest and weirdest fetish's you've probably ever heard. First, let's have a brief description of my strange fetish. I am a slim sexy woman, love wearing high cut swimsuits, leotards, body stockings, etc. I have a special love for nylon spandex clothing, but what is strange about me is that I have a spe...

From experience I’ve foundThat’s there’s a most delicious soundWhen I have the chance to poundYou from the rear. When your sweet cunt wet and willingTakes my length so deeply fillingAnd I’m giving you a drillingOh my dear. There’s a noise that’s so excitingEven now while I am writingHas my passion re-ignitingAt the thought. It’s the squelching sound we’re makingWhen your pussy I am takingAll my senses close to breakingOve...

September 2011. He was in my dreams again. Always the same muscular body, lightly glistening as he towered over my naked form. Appraising me? Wordlessly judging me? Wanting me? It was hard to tell. His poise and the self-congratulatory manner in which he tugged my bonds implied satisfaction, despite the breath catching in his throat when his fingers brushed my yearning flesh. I squirmed. The sharp tang of his cologne mixe...

August 2010. I love hotels. Not for their comfort or cuisine but their ability to lower people's inhibitions. There's something about a hotel room that's intensely magical; step inside and you become just one of hundreds of strangers in the building, thrown together by circumstance. Families or couples on holiday, business people on stopovers, honeymooners and busloads of tourists make up close-knit groups of strangers th...

Soft days of perfect light Filled with earthy sights and sounds Bring joy And peace. Walking though the day Holding your hand, Seeing your mouth curve just for me, And sharing this sensory heaven Makes my heart race. The evening will be full Of skin And kissing And more. Right now I want you To take me against that tree, To run your hand up my thigh And touch my wetness. Yes, I know we could be seen But my body does not c...

The soundof loving youbecomesthe murmur of a sea-shell's roarour pulse a rhythm of the soulas waves poundingon some inner shorepush pullingpull pushingyou and iback and forthto the first timethe last timeand this time and the next timetimeand time againas with each salty breaththe sound of the oceancrashing on the shore becomesthe sound of loving you... 

Sweet serenade of my heart Like heated lips on the skin of my thigh Those brassy tones all soft and mellow Tender music of my lost soul Reaching out from the past To touch me on the morrow. Sweet notes that cascade and fall, And tumble Across my dreaming flesh like A soft caress That fills the void inside of That loving heart of yesterday. How my spirit aches in the present Longing for that tremor of sound That sigh That...

LIGHTNING REVEALS ALL It is raining outside. We can hear the drops pelt against the glass window panes and beat a staccato rhythm on the roof. The room is lit by the glow of a dying fire in the fireplace. Occasionally, we are illuminated by a flash of lightning, followed by the low rumbling of thunder that we can feel resonate in our bones. Your head is lying on my chest, with your hair tickling my skin. My right arm enci...