Her name is Belle Jeaune, least that's what she calls herself now. Nude model, age something near 70. This isn't a job of desperation, buttressing her SSI. This has been her whole life. Working the LA photo scene, she posed for Friedlander and Heinecken on down. They called her the Ice Maiden. The stage is right and the lights, but she is not there for me.  Behind the camera, I shed my clothes and look again. Her body glo...

"Caroline, you know how much I admire your talent as a sculptor. Your eye, the dexterity of your hands creating a work of art, it just staggers me." "Thank you, my love." "And what an honor it is that you would use my body as your model, your muse." "Seeing you laying there, gloriously naked and open to me, how could I choose otherwise?" "It's just that maybe you should go a bit more abstract." "Why?" "I just saw old man...

"Kelly? What's wrong, girlfriend?" "Fucking Donnie, that's what! Nasty little shit is cheatin' on me!" "Really? You sure?" "Damn straight, I am! Shuts the laptop quick when I come in. Lotsa 'Gotta go out, be back soon' and ain't. And if I want a little play together, it's 'Maybe later, okay?' Used to be 'Come on, bitch, let's fuck!' every night like some horny ass dude!" "Could be something else, Kel. Times got us all a l...

EDrake Today: 10:15amWould you like to join Miss Alice and I for tea on Tuesday @ 2:00?I'll reserve our usual table at Callaways. I would be delighted. Mrs. Elizabeth Drake is one of my more interesting clients. Thirty-two years old, she's happily married and well-heeled. I have been seeing her several times a month for about a year, but we have never had any physical play. By her own admission, her husband keeps her well...

I've bathed her lithe body and brushed out her hair. She stares back in the mirror, reading my eyes. Holding our gaze, she takes my hand and covers her naked breast. My legs grow weak as I press and feel her nipple grow against my palm. "He'll soon be here to fuck my cunt," she says, debasing his love with vulgarity. "I know, my lady." "And then I will be yours to love. To touch and taste and use as you wish." "I know, my...

My eyes jerk open to the clock glowing 3:35. Trying to remember, I get nothing but a blurry jumble. There was some kinda bar bet. Spiky red shoes and olive oil? Something about three parrots? I thumb the lamp, pulling the sheet off the body beside me. Blue-haired with pierced nipples and a bald cunt, her body's a tattooed explosion of color. There's a feeldoe and other toys. My cunt does feel fucked and the lubed rabbit s...

An hour each Wednesday is our time of loveafter I check the stations along the forest creek.We meet where beavers made a little pooland sweet grass covers the sloping bankcanopied by willows shifting in the breeze We met by chance when I spotted her thereat the water's edge on a hot summer day.Blouse pulled out and open, she was coolingher bared breasts with a dampened scarfhumming to the burbling water's song. At the sna...

"So concludes tonight's reading. Next week, Cunnilingus 3, 10-35: And He brought forth twelve sinful women, instructing his disciples to feast and find the holiness in them." "Our Prayers." "Lord, give Deacon Jimmy some relief 'cause Marla's been ministering our black brothers after Sunday service and he ain't measuring up anymore." "Watch over Abe Carson. Seein' his wife muffing the maid hurt him real bad." "Mary Carson...

Eight pairs today. We lock the door, getting busy. Thin pink thong, soaking after I eat you. Chaste white satin, wet edge to edge. Back and forth, one after the other, faster as our pussy's flow, then finish each other without. "She's picking them up at 5:00. Wants them gift-wrapped."

Our meeting was by chanceone like-leaf falling on anothernot with planned descentbut landing by the whim of fate Unlike the transient leafslave to further flicks of windyou chose to stayengaging me We're twins in body, you and Iour lusting carnal appetitefinding easy fulfillmentfrom the first But life needs its true sustenancenot just sexual sweetsit's in our hungry mindswhere the battle plays out That nearly ends our dan...

"Hit Georgies. Saw a couple of girls." "Yeah?" "Pretty little femme and bad girl butch. In a booth, no cares. Could tell butch was all up inside her. Yanks her out and heads for the bathroom. Gotta follow, right?" Femme's bent over, hanging on to the faucet. Butch is wrecking her cunt with a strappy. Counter's shaking and she's screaming "Harder!" loud enough to kick car alarms, squirting as she cums. Butch pulls out, tuc...

They come swirling out of the open doors onto the terrace, lost to the pulsing music. She twirls her partner whose blue satin dress flairs out, gleaming in the golden light. The final note echos out and their bodies meet tight. The kiss is uncompromising, love enduring. Snickers break the silence. Holding, they turn to the quartet of debs sharing a blunt. "What's so funny, you little fucks?" "Now, Sal, be nice." "You look...

It's a few hours before opening time at Duke's. Rita and I are going over plans for a 75th birthday party we're throwing a week Wednesday night. Sal Harper is one of our favorite regulars. A retired ACLU attorney, she's sassy, spirited, and needle-sharp, with a bottomless supply of stories about the city's queer history. Besides that, she's made herself Duke's unofficial mother hen, giving out advice and support to any of...

Three knocks, then another I peer throught the peep Been a year-- no, almost two And the memories flood back Our bodies intertwined In bed and soapy tub, in the meadow and the car Heads and hands between begging legs, not caring who knows You, the ideal of today's clean perfection And I the graceless antithesis Such different selves, but of no matter to us Our love was greater than such petty social attributes Until it wa...

We trade our secret sign coming out from morning prayers. Cows milked, chickens fed, and kitchen work done, we make our excuses and enter the corn, soon lost from watching eyes. She's anxious today, needful. I give my love, tasting her, thrilling at her shaking joy. I rest my cheek in the thick forest of honey-brown curls that grace her sweet flower. "What troubles you this day, my darling?" "What will become of us?" she...