I slam the car door shut and impatiently wait for the taxi driver to open the trunk. I know I’ve been bad company on the drive. Feels terrible. Lost in recollections, re-running the past few hours over and over in my head—a supposedly fleeting memory now etched into my brain. I grab my suitcase, slide my hand in my pocket and, lost in regretful rumination of the previous night, produce a handful of crumpled bills I transf...

Carefully, I knot the silken blindfold behind your head. Sitting on your lap, I sit upright to overlook my preparations: your hands cuffed to the bedposts, arms open wide, the delicate fabric covering your primary sensory organ, the broad shoulders over your muscular chest with just that cute yet not sylvan patch of stray body hair I sometimes play with, your legs apart with the ropes pulling on your ankles, keeping you s...

A densely populated city street. Rush hour. Lazily, I walk down the strip mall, caring little about the latest fashion on display. What interests me far more is finding the few passers-by that are not absorbed by compensating their mental voids with ephemeral, cheap material possessions and pretentious status symbols. Granted, I give a poor target for a consumption-oriented free-market economy. This thought of outrageous...

It is so vividly etched into my mind: the recollection of when I saw you enter that room which, although being crowded and the music blasting from the speakers, made me feel alone and left out. I was about to leave the party, stagger home, crawl back to bed when your eyes instantly sought mine and their corners wrinkled up naturally in your kind, warm smile. But what did it for me, really, was that deep color that seemed...

I swallow and gasp even before my throat is back in position when I remember where the glistening on her fingertip comes from. As if all it took for me to forget were the five seconds she deliberately took to transport the essence of her lust from her pussy to this pair of plump, kissable cushions I fell in love with the moment I lay my eyes upon them. My gaze closely follows as her full lips hug the tip of her index. The...

Sitting on the edge of the bed naked, I let my swollen eyes scan the room, not knowing what to look at yet desperate for something to hold on to, to give me answers. My gaze wanders over the trail of clothes I have discarded on the straightest way from the apartment door to my bed. I just wanted to get rid of them as if by shedding them, I’d be able to shake off the crippling guilt and pain. Finally, my eyes come to linge...

Cheeks flushed, I adjust my glasses, trying to keep my composure. I’m still waiting for a reply from anyone, hoping against hope, despite years of experience, that one of my students might raise their hand for once. They say hope dies last. But, well, it still dies, right? Almost ready to designate a volunteer by myself to come to the blackboard, the surprise of the big-titted bimbo raising her hand hits me deep. Who woul...

Sweat, heat, near-unbearable moisture. Moving masses, drenched bodies, sticky clothes. The fast chorus animates the audience to another circle pit, intensity increasing with the crescendo of aggression in the anti-fascist lyrics. A smile flashes across my lips as my small, braless breasts enticingly bounce with each jump, their firm jiggling only emphasized by the thin tank top that threatens to turn more translucent with...

CLICK! the shutter goes, eternalizing a brief glimpse of time burnt into the photodetector of my Nikon. Any other day, I’d be afraid that the prominent clattering of the mirror making way for the light and homing in on its idle position would spoil the moment. In this case, though, I as well am too absorbed by the action I am capturing—by the buzzing of your Hitachi, driving you to blissful heights voiced in a wailing ari...

The feel of your soft lips on mine lingers, leaving me longing for more. All those years, and still you manage to kiss me in ways that leave me wondering how far you’re about to take the fuckery. In the dim light of the unknown room, I can barely make out the shapes. Seemingly, the only source of illumination appears to be your mysterious smile that tells volumes about what this promised ‘surprise’ might entail. As you ho...