Lying naked in the leaves outside the garden wall I hear strings and horns in the sound of the limbs blowing, the meandering creek and wind in hollow trees. Your voice sings the melody in a minor key speaking feelings and thoughts and I long to sing that song back to you. But my voice joins in counterpoint and I smile at myself, laid bare, singing sweetly, unknown in my hidden world. I will not be seen or heard here in my...

The rhythm ofstormy surf meeting shorematches the beat of my heartas your handseeks out all my secrets.Your tonguepaints a starry nightover wet, shivering fleshas my legs spreadin welcome.My body begsfor the release you offer.Gauzy curtainsblowing in the heated breezecannot disguise my criesof love and painas your hard lengthsheaths itself in my very soul.The storm is still far away but lightning flashes reveal stark, nak...

My neighbor's 20 year old son, Michael, is the most beautiful young man I have ever seen. He has dark, curly hair and big dimples. He has such an innocent face but I have watched when he is swimming and sunning naked in their back yard with friends. There is nothing innocent about him. Furthermore, I have seen him watch me. Not that I am beautiful or young but I have other ways that draw the attention of the men around me...

Sleepy body and brain float somewhere in that twilight world where my heart is free and love is simple. I pursue you through the deep water, darting in and out like a mermaid as you watch me warily and hide in the murky depths. My lungs suddenly empty and I struggle to surface. You take my mouth and become breath for me, filling me with yourself. Holding me until I am calm then you disappear leaving me part you and part h...

the one who held me captive has been dead for some time, though he had time enough to teach the prisoner that she was there to serve. when he made his exit he left the cage locked and over time others came to give advice or give reasons why the cage was necessary. but then you came by carrying your magic mirror telling me to look closely and notice that the door was actually open, the captive truly free and worthy and bea...

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 know you are thinking of her. I am, too. She has captured your imagination as so many have before. And she will haunt your every waking moment until the story is written...

The shower began as I got out of my car... the huge drops on my warm skin cold and heavy as they penetrated and made transparent my thin white tank. My nipples stiffened immediately under the rough caress of the unexpected rain. All the air left my lungs and my panties were flooded with wetness. The walls of my pussy began to spasm with orgasm.... my knees buckled... my hand flew to my breast. How intense... How sudden......

I lay on the bedstaring atthe glowing constellation, a leftover of a moment of pure silliness.My mind is consumed with thoughts of your mouth onthe mug at breakfast,the fork at dinner,the glass of wine.The end of the beddipping under your knee makes my heartrace wildly,beat with joy,fill with giggles.Your hand is warmmoving across my foot and then itcaresses my ankle,squeezes lightly,moves up my leg.I grab the comfortertr...

Who has seen the truth peeking out of my heart revealing itself to the light of day? What voice convinced me it was a good idea to confess so much? When did it begin? Where are my barriers? How was I stripped naked?Now is the time to move back into the shadows, to cover myself with fallen leaves. Alone and lonely, but safe.

I need to see your face.It would make all the differenceto be able to touch your mouthsee your smileknow you see me.I need to see your hands.It would make all the differenceto be able tohold your handkiss your palmfeel you touch my face.I need to see your tummy.It would make all the differenceto be able to kiss it slowly nibble lightly at your waistmove my mouth still lower.I need to see your feet.It would make all the di...

who knew? I can hardly believe it. even though I have always found laughing to be a sensual pleasure and very sexy. who knew? rolling on the bed laughing could be like making love could cause my body to want you more could make this little pink thong wet beyond belief with arousal. your voice makes me smile your words can bring me to tears. but who knew? rolling on the bed laughing would make me feel cared for would cause...

tonight I feel your hands touching my face touching my breasts touching my very heart. you have no idea the gift you give me as you show me your true self as you seek to see my true self. the orgasm is something beyond mere physical reaction and the spasm of muscles and the rush of wetness. it is an explosion of life and belonging and forever.

how can I explainhow my heart yearns for you?how my body follows my heart?i follow its leading andmy hands must touchbreasts that ache to feelyour mouth....licking their tight budsbiting their full contoursbreathing yourself outuntil they are coveredin.... you.i follow its leading andmy hands must touchmy wetnessdipping in and outalmost feeling your mouthkissingbiting licking until it is filledwith.... me. my heart yearns...

my breath is ragged as you pound into me one hand on my backthe other slapping my butt.your voice reminding me with every thrustthat I belong to youthat no one else can own me.my face burns with shame because I know that you are right.you own me heart and soulbut have no care for the gift I offer youor the beauty that you truly own.you drink negligently from my deep cool well. when you are doneyou will walk awayand remind...

That ache just won't quit, the one that says there is no one else the one that calls to you at night the one that wakes up every day curled up next to you. But I am planning my escape, to places unknown to breathe the air of exotic young men who desire me beyond measure. And then there will be no more ache, just numbness, and the broken hearts I have left behind because mine is still with you.