Over the course of his forty years, Ben grew to understand his insatiable hunger for the passion that comes from new relationships. He built his personal life around this need. Divorced at thirty-two, with no children, and more than enough expendable inco...
And they’re at it again. Every fucking Tuesday it’s the same. Once his wife leaves, he scurries to set up the kitchen. Then the mistress arrives; passion burning in her eyes. Something about using her hands in mechanical ways lights her with a sugar-fever...
I have a secret It’s a naughty affair It’s not a total surprise Nor should most care But it is my secret The one I want to share A naughty little tidbit That started with a dare He came over one day For some sugar to spare But I had a craving Fo...
Everything seemsOut of my reachLikeWater spiralling down a drainAn empty promise of rainConversations from yesterdayMusic playing too far awayHalf awake, half asleepIt doesn't take muchFor him to seepEasily into my mindThoughts spin and driftAnd effortles...
Playful bright pinks and soft pastel blues,Tangerine sherbet on the horizon infuseA palette of evening huesWhich your heart and soul embrace with delight,The majestic display of the eventide light.Watching a consumed sun cast its last dying raysIgniting c...
Summer vacation was just winding up. I’d be going back to Florida to attend my second year of college. I had a fantastic summer. Recently, new neighbors moved in. A gorgeous MILF and her family moved directly across the street from my parent’s house. It a...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been nicked, and the thief's Happy Bits shall become ever redundant. So there.Let me lick your lollipopAnd suck your throbbing head.I don't need candy, liquorice sticks,I'll...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Completely strip me naked,Regard my luscious form:Rich and ripe and gorgeous,I'm not of worldly norm.Plumply firm like cookiesFreshly from the oven,The attractio...
It had been three weeks since the last time I saw the Italian. He canceled on me once because of work and when he came home there was so much going on for the weekend he just couldn’t get away. A few nights ago, I got a text from the Italian asking if he...
