Anal(1)

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Anticipation

What was once a disturbing idea to her has now become the ultimate pleasure.

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. ...Read On

Fetish(1)

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Fine Wine

A bottle of fine wine, a man with a dark desire, and a woman who's willing.

The box, solid red with a silver bow, sat at the foot of my bed. I, with my feet tucked underneath me, sat on the pillows, my back against the headboard. I had a vague concept of what was inside, though with Master Nyguen, I could never be too certain. Inside the box could have been anything. He was fond of anal play, so it could have been a new rope of anal beads. It could have been a new...Read On

First Time(1)

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Soft, Sweet Clarice

Lust is such a powerful thing, for one Priest it proves much too strong a force to fight.

I was fixated on her in ways most unbecoming. I desired her in ways I should not have desired. She was not mine for the taking, but I coveted her all the same. Her soft smile was a lustful invitation on her lips. Dimpled cheeks, curled red hair. Her body, slight and soft in contrast to mine. With shy coyness she taunted me. With each movement she beckoned me. With each sweet, innocent...Read On

Hardcore(1)

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Want, Wait, Touch, Taste

A wife visits her husband while he's stationed away - shenanigans ensue.

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...Read On

Love Poems(3)

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The Rain Came

A poem about love through life together

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...Read On

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Delight In the Night

A lone patron becomes her focus for the night.

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 ...Read On

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There's Something

A poem about online infatuation

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...Read On

Straight Sex(1)

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Between Midnight and Noon

A young man seeks out companionship to fill an emotional void and sooth his soul.

Eight months. Seven days. Sixteen hours. It’s been so long since my wife last told me she loved me and then kissed me goodbye. How was I to know that one kiss would be the last kiss, the last caress? How many times would I think of her and seek her memory out in this way? “More coffee?” The waitress comes to stand in front of me, carafe in her hand. I consider that she...Read On

Supernatural(1)

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Passion Beneath The Skin

Dillon and Leah have a scintillating time when surprise visitors stop by.

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. ...Read On