Your kisses make my heart racebut there is something about the way you use words that feels like a kiss every time...I want every word,every kiss,to belong to me.I am jealous when you speak of otherswhen you speak to othersbecause you are sharing my kisseswith the larger world. Your kisses make me giggleand I realize that sounds sillyand childish....but those giggles representarousaland a singing in my heartthat I cannot...

your hands move on the instrument and I lean forward unable to look away or relax with the others. my hand moves to my lower lips and I gather the drops there unable to stop myself or maintain my composure. your mouth applies pressure to the reed and I watch every subtle nuance unable to divert my thoughts from your tongue caressing. my mouth sheaths my fingertips and I want your heart to taste me unable to resist my dang...

It seems so crass to say it,But I love your cock. I love to touch it when you are asleep. Did you know that?I feel it enlarge ever so slightlyAnd smile to myself.I have dangerous power Even in my fingers. I love your cockWhen you are in the shower,Wet and soapy,And there are drops Falling from its tip.Did you knowI search for a reason to beIn the bathroom Almost every time you bathe? I love your cockWhen I catch you watch...

Your voice vibrates somewhere deep inside me like the sound of wild surf on a beach or a standing bass being played by a master. When you speak to me I hear drums and chanting. A need grows in my heart to strip off my clothes and run into battle in nothing but my painted skin. Just the deep sound of your moan as you wildly kiss me and slide your erection into my wet and pulsing sheath makes my heart swell with songs of di...

Own my cuntnot through force of strength nor force of will nor through sheer charm and cunning. Own my cunt by employing the ancient magic, the magic of the centuries..... the magic called forth by the sound of a stretched skin drum and the worship of painted bodies dancing naked in the firelight. Own my cunt by moving your hands in the weaving of a spell over eyes that watch your every movement, over breasts that yearn f...

Palm trees whisper in the light breeze.The heat of the day is gone but moisture still clings to our bodiesand smells like who we really are.The night is navy blue and the moon rises out of the sea like so much perfect.... We lay on the sand.Your teeth bite my lips and your mouth smiles on mineas we breathe each other in.You hold my hand to your heartand I feel it beating for me like so much perfect.... The heartbeats and...

The gift card was in an invitation that was as interesting as the establishment I was about to enter. “Happy Birthday, Peggy Anne. We are about to make your fantasy come true. Come prepared for a great pedicure and perhaps a little bit more.” The building was a charming southern cottage with magnolias and old oak trees. The Spanish moss hung like lace from the branches. There was just enough for atmosphere but not enough...

It is the daily poetry that makes my heart beat. grin Not that I don't love those heavy-metal moments when you take me wild and hard and use truly obscene and shocking words. still smiling But the moments of daily poetry are these...... when you come home from work stand behind me at the window close but not quite touching. I feel your breath in my hair. You kiss my shoulder and walk away.when I am sitting on the edge of...

I woke up alone in the bed although I did not know what exactly roused me. I felt the empty pillow next to me... The coolness told me I had been alone for a while.Then I heard it.... that lovely soft sound of the guitar from the living room. Something Spanish. Albéniz I thought but it did not matter. The soft passion of the strings moved inside me. The vibrations resonated though my being. My mind was full of him. Blood b...

Young men freely speak their desires, their tenderness, their arousal. Unlike more “mature” men they have not that wariness of the expectations of women, that fear of committing themselves by momentary sentiments. They fearlessly walk out on the ice expect it to hold their weight. They hold out their hands and invite even more “mature” women, who are wary and fearful themselves, to join them in the adventure. Yes, let us...

Today we sat in the sun together. You took my hand and twined your fingers in mine. Suddenly your hand was the center of my universe. I lifted it to my face, kissed your palm, touched my tongue to your life line leaving a line of my moisture there. Your fingers moved to my mouth as if by magic. I sucked each one. The taste of our life together made me smile. Your soul patch invited my mouth so I kissed it Your mouth curve...

My New Year's Eve social obligations complete I rest. It is 2012 somewhere. Here I recline naked on my clean sheets in my solitary bed eating strawberries and drinking champagne; listening to the fireworks of neighborhood children. A new voice whispers in my brain thoughts of next year when the one I yearn for will lie next to me on my clean sheets and eat strawberries from my hand and drink champagne from between my brea...

some days I am overwhelmed by a need to be crass. no sweet or sentimental words. no candles or music. no romantic setting. I need to use crude phrases. I need to suck you. I need you to fuck me. I need something fast and hard and ugly. please forgive me but some days I am overwhelmed by a need to be crass.

You pace unseen like the river hidden behind its shroud of fog...I hear you breathing and my heart's eye sees your mouth.... and long to kiss it like a butterfly resting there.....can you feel my wings?their light whisper at the corner?you stop.finger tracing my eyebrow.one word.shrouded behind the fog.cum.

It was time. The phone and on-line interaction was just not enough. They decided to meet for a few days at a location away from both of their homes. Somewhere no one would know them. Somewhere they could just be together for a few days. It was mid-November and they chose a cabin in the Smokey Mountains. She arrived a day or two early to relax and put some personal touches in the cabin that would make the experience more r...