All tales of her innocence are lies. I swear and always will, that all of it was her fault! Hers, and her idiot father's. Truly, he was the fool who left her too long alone, with too many books. It was too much to bear for the fragile sense of a proper de...
My heart is an inkwell,overflowing with feelings I've known.Occasionally revealed by my pen.Both a gift and a curse,this fuel for my words.Spilling everything both real and pretend.Does any of it matter,or am I wasting my time?Pouring it all out for deaf...
I love your sex – the way you write,You always set my laptop alight Leaving me breathless every timeYour words are hot, whether prose or rhyme Intense feelings in every line,You always send tingles right down my spine Sexy scenes in all your talesYour abi...
I am a lover of words. I like What they do to my tongue.Each letter Whispers its own tune To me, When spoken together A song. Like love, How it opens the lips, Extends the tongue, Closes with a kiss, Sounds hopeful. How the letter O, When accen...
I don’t want to make this sound like mush But you’re really one of the best on Lush You raise me up when I am feeling down Ensuring smiles replace my clouded frown You write like an Angel, scribing your lines Your words so clear, silken poetry, so fin...
Pan’s Pleasures Cheila felt the tall grass tickle her bare legs and feet as the warmth of the sun bathed her exposed breasts and face. She ran her fingers through her long golden hair, smiling as the beauty of the day filled her senses with pleasure. Here...
I enter the room, sheets changed on the bed where you quietly won my heart and body one more time last night. You stare out the window, computer showing a clean page. A fountain pen and pencil sit on a yellow pad covered with hieroglyphic scribbles. And I...
Keeping you, I hold you in my hands. The keys I press and depress all the lettered buttons at my disposal, and you’re still here taking all I have to give every damned expensive word and thought. You don’t even know how much I’ve given. How much I’ve need...
my pen has paced this paperback and forthtracing things I've said beforeback and forthrepeating what I'm afraid to sayyet free to writeI love you, my darknessI'm addicted to the pleasure that you float me ina bubble in the glass of your champagnea bauble...
He gets in the passenger seat next to her, almost uncertainly, and as if sensing something, glances out his window around the restaurant parking lot. He wonders if he’s dreaming. He hears the first tentative tink of big summer raindrops on the roof of her...
For those of you out there who have been closely following my life story you are probably aware that I started writing sex fantasy stories and posting them on a fantasy web site. It is something I have been having fun with for several months now. Far from...
