READ THIS BEFORE INVITING ME AS A FRIEND: I AM NOT HERE TO CYBER. I enjoy reading and writing and as such that takes up most of my time. I have no desire to sit on IM and chat when I am here. I have a short attention span and little patience so if you are easily offended at being ignored when sending me a chat window I suggest you please do not add me. Other than that, I hope you enjoy my little stories for what they are... an ecstasy of fiction! Oh and just as a side note ... if you read on Lit too, yes I am Kushiel. You can also find me on FB & Twitter, I'm not terribly interesting but feel free to hit me up for a friend request or follow
Well, I may be revealing a little to much about myself here - but umm ^ what HornyMilf40 said!! ;) Hell. Yes!
Congrats Pete! :)
There was a subtle shift in her demeanor that changed Anna from a suburban housewife into a sultry temptress. Ryan felt his pulse leap hard.
Congratulations, Mr Lee ...this is an absolute scorcher of a story! I'd never really thought about it but the Tarantino overtures are definitely there ... this story leaves you begging for more and I for one would love to see a part two ... *sigh* always a sign of a good book! xx
Congratulations on another wonderful set of stories! Sure to sizzle this summer (oz)! I will have a borrow a lace fan from Miss Laura! ;)
Thank you all its all very overwhelming and super exciting!! :) cheers
Thanks guys! Sorry I'm a little slow getting on here (plus I didn't actually know this post was up :s ), usually I can only manage a minute or two either way. Can I just say that I am both excited and humbled at being able to publish with the site that has made such a difference to my writing and my life. Thanks to Nicola for giving me a chance - and of course, a huge thank you and wet kisses to Frank! for recommending some of my work in the first place. You are all amazing and I really hope you like the read! Thanks again.
Trying my hardest Not to pour out my heart Like hot anguish over purple stones To tell you it’s a mistake to still love you To say That you’re the only one To ever mess with my head And my heart To break me down Make me cry at the ache Of every brittle piece Of my shattered soul I look up at stars Crystal specks in an indigo sky And know That you see the same ones ...
Added 05 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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How her heart breaks Like the broken wings Of a sad little butterfly She is fragile And needs his arms around her Like a shield against the pain But he is gone Lost to her in another life Another world Where she can never intrude Alone She reaches for him; In the arms of so many others But they cannot fill the void Can never fix the broken shell of her heart ...
Added 17 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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She yanked his hair, her fingers entwined in his scruffy, baby fine blonde locks, pressing his head back and exposing his neck. She leant forward and raked her teeth across his throat. Kitty felt his Adams apple bob in her mouth as he swallowed. She heard him growl… ‘Kitty!’ ‘Quiet!’ she almost snarled, tightening her hand in his hair. Kitty heard his breath catch as his hands...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Taboo
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Part 3 Kitty must have run because not fifteen minutes later there came a knock on his door. Rick stopped his pacing and took a deep breath. He went to his door and spying through the peephole he saw her. Her hair was down and windswept. She’d worn the clothes she’d had on yesterday just as he’d told her. Rick smiled and opened the door. She stood there, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped...
Added 03 Jun 2013 | Category Taboo
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Part 2 Rick Connors watched Kitty walk out of his office on shaky legs. He sat on the edge of his desk, one leg crossed over the other and this arms folded over his chest. He very nearly caved in, nearly lost his resolve to torture her as she had tortured him all term, nearly called her back into his office. Dear god he wanted her, her tight young body sent his blood racing through his...
Added 02 Jun 2013 | Category Taboo
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Part 1 The last year of school had been a drag for Kit, science in particular. Mr Mathers, a grumpy old coot with little patience and a quick temper had been making life hell for her. Most of her school life Kit had enjoyed science right up until she got Mr Mathers. Now she groaned in despair whenever she thought about attending that class. Sometimes she wished the old goat would just...
Added 31 May 2013 | Category Taboo
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Sink them down into my skin Let your scent Seep into the pores of my soul And raise me up again And again To the heights of ecstasy Until I am breathless And spent Your hard caress And driving thrusts Raking from my body The shameless cries Of wanton desire And unrestrained lust As sweat drips Hot and wet Against the silk Of skin on skin ...
Added 19 May 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Body straining Spine arching Raking fingers Down my body. A probing tongue Hot and wet Seeking my centre My pleasure. Trembling thighs And clenching hands Gripping hair Soft moans and gasps. Steal my breath And push me higher Thrust and suck Lick and flick Hard then soft Fast then slow. I close my eyes, Sink in sensation. Aching...
Added 19 Oct 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Playing with words, Like the strings of an instrument, What fine melody will you weave in my heart When that music wafts softly Across forever And touches a soul That yearns for release. Do you ever think, That you create such wicked wonder With your words of hunger and fire Deep in the dense heat of my lusting body That aches to feel worthy Of such...
Added 22 Jul 2012 | Category Love Poems
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My lonely heart lay heavy Upon the breast of my existence As the sickle moon rests softly In an orange Harvest sky. The black top of my life Roams like a coiling snake Searching, seeking Across the barren Landscape of my mind Where is my lonely heart? Adrift and forgotten Under a darkened star, Or hidden away in the depths of Long ago? Lost to what is...
Added 15 Jul 2012 | Category Love Poems
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December! It’s a time of year that for many, garner a plethora of emotions. And for Rachel, it brings about mixed emotions, though ones that are a far cry from being ‘Merry and Gay’. A young, up and coming chef, Rachel lost her parents two years ago in a senseless accident...
What happens to a person when wealth and opulence no longer glitters like it once did? They become like Nathan. A man worth billions, Nathan is part owner in the prestigious Club Devereaux. A man of few foibles, or indeed morals, he's long since given up the hope of ever finding that elusive spark...
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