“I’ve…” she started hesitantly. “I’ve never taken a cock up my ass.” “It’s not an obsession,” I told her. “Honestly.” There was a pause. Then a whisper. “Maybe not to you, darling.” --- I’ve never been much for Valentine’s Day. Not until I met her. I woke to the ease of her against my chest, and it took me a while to settle into the reality of everything. I might have blinked twice before my eyes settled on her smile. “Go...

I’ve tried many times, my babe To make sense of fuck and skin and sin The way you crave me, babe When there’s just sweat between our skin The way your eyes roll back The way your cunt pulls me in When you beg me to breed you, babe The way you cum and cum again You drive me crazy when you beg You make things hazy when you break You’re the queen of wet release But you break me—when you say please I get lost in the way you b...

You’re the perfect piece of art, trapped behind glass. I can see you. I can hear you. But I can’t touch you. No matter how perfectly the memory of your skin lingers on my fingers. Nor can I taste you, despite how your taste sits in my mouth. Your skin is ingrained in my body to the point where if I close my eyes, the phantom of you fucks me slowly—next to me, under me, on top of me. I came inside you. And now that memory...

How are you gorgeous? I write to tell you what life feels like here Without you—I’ll never be me No, never not fully Not ever wholly—never complete I’m just drifting; an anchorless ship I am drifting on my own A lonely vessel caught at sea, in the storm Beneath the noise, I hear your call I’m just homesick—that is all I’ve failed a lifetime But I never gave up on chance Then chance found me, in the shape of you So cry no...

Jim groaned deeper, fucked harder, and squeezed my tits tighter. I rubbed my clit frantically in hopes that maybe this time I could bring myself over the edge before he pumped me full. Alas, as he pushed deep inside, emptied himself in me, and rolled off, I was still only nearly there. He grinned his foolish smile, gave my tit a gentle squeeze, and kissed me. “You’re amazing, Sue,” he groaned. A month removed from thirty-...

Even in the desert sands Where nothing ought to grow There grows a pretty flower Whose name I shouldn’t know Yet somehow she has taken root Deep within my bones Gorgeous like a winter's night Towards all the unknowns The girl in the blue dress haunts my dreams Tracing all the shadows of her seams To find each layer kept beneath To find the girl she hides in dreams And I would pull you close So I could share your air I wou...

I wake with a longing inside From the voice inside my dream The gentle whisper when you said good night I reach to feel you near Find the words left in my night I draw a breath, a gentle sigh Maybe next year you’ll be by my side Maybe next year you’ll be by my side I trace your skin in my mind Kiss the memory of your touch And my heart skips when you say “Hi~” I never knew that dreams were real Still, you’ve left no doubt...

I’m stretched open the way he tied me. Hips forced wide, knees bent, thighs pressed to my body, and my wrists shackled to my ankles. My cunt still pulses around the emptiness where his fingers have abandoned me, and my ass is still trying to regain its shape. I bite around the ball gag sealing me shut, trying not to drown on my own drool, as the last spasm of my orgasm has me rattling the restraints of the spreader bar be...

I worshipped the ground she walked upon long before the flight from London touched the tarmac. Long before she let her flight-tired legs touch any ground that had ever been familiar to me. Three flights, four airports, through two continents and an entire ocean. A journey from the sunbaked desert to the frozen landscape I call home. I’m old enough to be her father. She’s young enough to be my daughter. A twenty-two-year-o...

“What are your intentions for my daughter?” he asks, voice desert dry. I’m closer to his age than hers. I glance at her for reassurance, but she only offers a sly smile, grinding deeper into the cushion, marking his furniture. I take a big gulp of the beer she offered me from his fridge, hoping it might cool the panic. “Sir,” I begin. She spreads her legs slightly. Her skirt rides higher. The wet spot on her panties beari...

“Can I watch?” She looked at me with the same resigned look I’d grown accustomed to. Resigned, but with a loving smile behind it. “Babe…no.” I watched her slide off the couch, take the ten steps across the hardwood floor, then head into the hallway. I counted her steps—one, two, three…a hesitant four, then five—until I heard the bathroom door open, then click closed behind her. Finally, the flick of the lock. I held my br...

In the darkness of my room Tracing shadows left behind There’s a dip in my pillow still Where your head came to rest Press my face into the crease To chase the scent you left behind I find the memory of your touch A ghost that haunts, but it’s not loss “Through hellfire,” you once said Through the pain of distance shared I wake to find my pillow wet and reach out, but you’re still gone I take a plunge into the deep Agains...

The mid-August sun breaks through the cracks in the curtains. You’ve already been up for an hour, while I’ve stretched lazily in bed. You enter the room with your hair still wet from the shower. I like watching you like this, damp and naked, as I pull my lazy body toward the edge of the bed and sit up. “Come here,” I whisper, and you do. I press a kiss to your belly, then spin you around. Your ass always does me in, and I...

If you must know… She smells of rosewater when the ease of her settles into me. She feels like the calm of a lifetime reaching out and setting me free If you must know: She feels like she’s never been touched by another. As if her skin came alive, erect from my touch. A flame ignited between each other. If you must… Her skin smells like pomegranate and the fruit of passion, and feels like silk, the whisper of satin. Her b...

There is a moment after readiness, before action, when time thickens instead of moving. My body was stretched open and plugged shut. Well, my ass was. I felt the large plug pressing between the surface of the table and the shape of my cunt. The last tremors of my orgasm made it thrum inside me like a self-propelled vibrator intent on making me cum again. I existed there like their fantasy, their trophy. I was positioned a...