Secrets whisper over skin, Soft, delicate and needy, Wanting to be free.  Secrets that even you do not know, But I do.    That dip behind your ear, if I kiss it, you will shiver. That ridge of your bicep, If I touch it you will flex.  I know you.    The arch of your collar bone, If I nip it you will hiss.  The ridged valley of your pectorals, My tongue can illicit a groan here.  You're my plaything.    The V of your hips,...

Her fingers caressing the keys of a piano.   Flash Her fingers raking  over his back.   His lips gracing the rim of his mug.     Flash   His lips kissing the column of her throat.    Her legs slipping into narrow-legged jeans.     Flash   Her legs gripping over the arrow of his hips.    His hands holding the edges of a newspaper.     Flash     His hands tightening over the softness of her thighs.    Her voice a sigh of da...

You know that moment, the one where time stops.  The one where the beat of a butterfly's wings lasts a lifetime.   You know that moment, where night and day merge. Where right and wrong are fluid. Where pleasure and pain coexist.    You know that moment, when both of your bodies are in stasis One waiting for the other and a moment seems a century.   That one moment, where your existence comes down to a single burning blac...

My fingers brush the handle of her door The bright coloured lettering, my usual morning read. Then I remember she’s at Grandma’s. My fingers slip away again. Coffee in peace… Unusual. The threat of the buzz of the coffee machine neutralised for just one morning.   Pad of feet, adult in nature come down the hallway. I hear you stop in the doorway, creeping up on me perhaps. The slip of hands over hips, breath against my ne...

Remember that time in the dark,  Remember that time in the sunlight,  Remember that time in the car,  Remember... Remember when we didn't need to be silent.    Each flicker of your tongue on my skin burns the same way it always has done. I yern to moan, to grip, to grab. As I did when we didn't need to be silent.  You tease me and then shush me.    Each press of your hands against my flesh, the way your fingers coax and t...

Smooth skin, softly lit by moonlight. A tragedy would be to close the curtains, to block out that gentle blanket of rays. Face smooth of day's worries,  eyes closed, that burning intensity cooled.    My body slips up against yours,  my aim to be to hold, not to waken.  Holding breath until I am certain,  sleep has you firmly in her grasp. Yet, I am jealous of her allure.   My skin no longer smooth, stretched by new life. ...

The valley of your throat A kiss, a nip, a prolonged breath. The trembling of your shoulders, Your rough rugged groan Am I torturing you? Maybe.   The hard plains of your shoulders, Teeth, fingers, breath. Your muscles rippling as I proceed, Biting a nipple, feeling you tense. Am I tormenting you? Maybe.   Thud! Green eyes flashing with lust and a little fury Smirk softly as my journey continues Tongue travelling, navel t...

I try not to shake as his hands slip over my shoulders, his body close to mine while he watches me, his mask now gone, abandoned somewhere on our journey between the ballroom and here. A dark room that smells of him, musk, cut grass, and mint. How can I possibly know that already? My heart is hammering at a hundred miles an hour and I feel like I might not survive being observed like this for much longer. He lowers the fa...

Her sweet taste lingers on my lips as I wait, watching the door, wondering what she will do. Will she wait there or will she make her escape sooner? The second I saw her, I knew none of the other women were quite as sweet, quite as naïve, quite as tempting, as this red-haired siren in the elegant but understated blue gossamer. Unlike the other women my men invited, she has no pretence of entitlement. She has demonstrated...

  His hands drift over the skin of my shoulders. I'm not entirely sure how or when, but somehow he has maneuvered us away from the dance flow, the ebb and flow of the music now distant as we hide secluded in one of the many rooms off of the ballroom. This one is decadent and library-like, a large fireplace at one end, wall to ceiling cases of antique books, a leather couch in front of the fireplace. "It had to be a librar...

The world is blanketed in a thick layer of snow, sounds from outside muted and the atmosphere inside contained and calm as I lie with her soft warmth wrapped in my arms, curled in her bed. It took me a moment to find her bedroom, but once there I felt… at home… the little nymph encircling me, her legs claiming mine and her hand coveting my chest in slumber. She is wonderfully peaceful when she sleeps, the tiny frown line...

  I eventually press myself away slightly, the heavy thumping of my heart becoming overwhelming and the tingling of my lips disconcerting. His fervour is something I've never experienced before and I think I like it. He lets me gently slip back, though still cradling me in his lap. His hand comes up to cup my cheek and I close my eyes, feeling embarrassment flush my cheeks again, as he studies me closely. Somehow the wave...

I see her every Friday. Sitting in the front row, her shoulders straight, her music held in front of her, watching the conductor without concession, her focus complete. Eve. Her auburn hair pinned in a elegant twist over her shoulder, the strong, sweet line of her jaw set and the sound she makes… it would damn near melt your heart to hear her sweet, pure soprano reverberate around the room. Most amateurs like me watch her...

The pain in my back echoed the stresses of the day. Unlocking the door to my apartment I am more than relieved to be home to close another day. Pressing my key into the lock I feel it jam as though it was never locked in the first place. My heart leaps into my throat… He's here. He can't be here but… He must be here. Cautiously I step inside, the heavy security door making its customary whooshing sound as the hydraulics a...

I wake with a long low moan, hands on my thighs holding me still. It’s daylight. It can’t be daylight. I panic for a moment until the flicker of his tongue over my clit makes my back arch. “Stop, I- I’m late.” But my feeble excuses land on deaf ears as his slips one long finger into me and I am lost again to blearily confused and disoriented pleasure. “Snow day, Darling, just relax,” he murmurs, flipping the covers back f...