I live to write. I have a wide variety of interests and at some point they'll all surface in my stories.Most of my stories are fictional, some are based very loosely on reality. A few are written about my own sex life (Want, Wait, Touch, Taste - and - Finders Keepers)Feel free to PM me, or friend and follow me. I often cannot engage in private chat but it never hurts to ask. Because of the number of online messages I receive (black boxes) I've had to limit that to my friends only. Also, if I'm 'away' I'm probably writing or actually away from the computer. If you black box me and I don't respond, odds are I'm gone.Answers to Questions I'm often asked:*I started writing because I became frustrated with a lack of erotica stories I wanted to read.*I continue to write because I get a thrill out of penning my sexually charged thoughts on paper and sharing them with other. *No, I'm not interested in real life relationships. (No webcam or cellphone)*Nothing puts me off or disgusts me, some things just interest me more than others. I favor hardcore and fetish elements the most when I read.
I don’t just want to suck his cock, I need to suck his cock. We haven’t seen each other in two months. The last time we were together, we had just forty-eight hours, and only fucked. This time, I’m flying out to see him. The only thing I can think of is getting his long, hard cock in my mouth—sucking, licking, and swallowing him until he cums. I need to see the look in his eyes, feel the...
Added 26 Jul 2013 | Category Hardcore
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The hillside was torched by a lick of flame. Angry fire burned wildly, devouring. Timbers cracked, the trees split, all was consumed. Heaven sent the rain, quenched the devil’s hand. Then the rain faded, leaving a man behind. He was cold, I gave him shelter. He was hungry, I gave him food. He was broken, I cured his wounds. Eyes dark, rich, and golden – like aged brass coins. Scattered...
Added 27 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I feel the air surge with his energy as Dillon runs toward me. He always loved running, to feel the wind in his hair and the earth give under his toes. It's different now, though. We can't feel the wind or the earth underfoot, only energy. Energy, that is all there is between the two of us, and everything else. "What now?" I ask as he flits over the ground with his legs and arms pumping. ...
Added 11 Jun 2013 | Category Supernatural
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The front wheels of the truck hit another rugged outcropping in the shallow water. A mist of liquid mud coats the windshield. As my teeth knock together, I sneer and fight the clenching of my stomach muscles. I will not throw up, I will not throw up, I chant to myself. My knuckles are white with the grip I have on my seat belt. “Sorry about that!” Mitchell yells at me. His thick,...
Added 09 Jun 2013 | Category Straight Sex
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My face is surrounded by a flurry of frosty bubbles when I’m pulled back under. A moment after I slam into a tree branch. I curl my body around it and I cling to it like I’m a damned marsupial. I’m filled with nothing but relief when I realize it’s not a branch, it’s Mitchell’s arm. Mitch yanks me from the water and pulls me onto the shore. My head throbs and spins, my stomach twists. I...
Added 08 Jun 2013 | Category Straight Sex
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As the rhythm strikes, I sway to the beat For the man in black, As our glazed eyes meet. With a suit well pressed, He’s under my skin. As I twirl and grind, I’m dancing for him. A soloist tryst, Now a pas de deux. My face wears a mask, Which he can see through. My hands are fevered, Stoked by fire within. Fingertips, his touch, Alight on my skin. Graceful dips and twirls ...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I make my way to the Carnack Building with two minutes to spare. With ten minutes between classes I cannot fathom how this is going to work. First days are always stressful, and when I finally find room 294 I’m sweating and breathless. I barge in, hair a mangled mess, clothes disheveled, and the entire class looks at me. Why can’t the door be in the back of the room, I think to myself as I...
Added 22 May 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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Something draws me to the photograph of him, It’s so wrong for me to look, But I do, Over and over again. There is something in the way he is poised, Casual, against the cushions of the sofa. Black jeans, White shirt. It’s the jacket, though, And the buckle on his belt, - Undone. The thrust of his hips, The way his arm reaches overhead, These are where my eye wanders, Over and...
Added 18 Apr 2013 | Category Love Poems
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My teeth dig into the flesh of my lip as I slap a hand to my mouth, keeping in the sounds that threaten to escape. There’s no telling what he’ll do if he finds me, I have to stay hidden and quiet. I slink deeper into the confines of dress suits and ties. My heart hammers in my ears as his shadow crosses near the closet door. I hold my breath. The longer I stay in the closet, the hotter it...
Added 16 Apr 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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I've been ready for this. Ready and waiting anxiously allday. Since my lunch break when He said, “You up for it, tonight?” Planted smoothly after some drab political joke and comment on the weather. The warmth of His voice emanating that casual coolness. That laid back tone and easy going demeanor. A crisp, deep vocal hue that could put a rabid dog to sleep. Lulling and calm. Deceptive. ...
Added 11 Mar 2013 | Category Anal
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