The sun had not yet risen to shine its brightness on that day. The rough tides were crashing against the breakers, but I could not see them. I could only hear their groans, as it filtered past my headphones. In the darkness, I couldn’t see the mist that came from my breath. It leached into the blisteringly cold gale. The fog had become so dense; I had hardly been able to see the figure running in front of me. But I could...

The salt-laced breeze filled my lungs, as I ran along the muddy grass path. The sun was rising over the calm sea to my left, as my puppy Garcia, ran ahead. I loved the beach at that early time of day. No tourists were around, so it was still peaceful, and serene. The only sounds were the gently rippling waves, slowly easing their way up the bay. The gulls were paddling in the shallow water, as they sang. I was eager to ge...

The thundering sounds of the rain slamming against my window filters through my headphones as I listen to mellow music. Writing through flickering candlelight as the power suddenly fails. My thoughts they turn to a time, a time I speak not of, but write about.It had been a night, starting unlike the forceful winds ripping through this one. There was a gentle, almost ghost like mist flowing down the dark streets. It rolled...

Here we go again. The never ending  wave of emotions. The good and the bad. All living at the edges  of this little thing we call life. But today it seeps  into me. Making it hard to breathe. Gasping and trying  to hold it all back. Hide it from you again. Looking at you  with eyes so full of tears  they overflow  but you continue to just watch. Looking into your bewildered face,  Did you not know this  was how I was feel...

She watches as we undress, Hoping our bodies will impress. Her lustful eyes watch our progress. On the sheets she waits for me, His focus on her as he grows a tree. Biting my lip I hide my glee. Watching her hands travel lower,As my hands explore his boner. And we edge ever closer. My hands itching to feel her To make her purr. Softly she whispers over “Sir” His lips touch mine and I ache  Dying to taste a slice of her ca...

I will remember you  And give a sad smile. I will not forget  Not even for a while. Every detail will haunt.  But all before will shine. You, my beautiful boy,  Your body failed you. We knew this was to be  But always wished. We went through more  Than most, you and me. We were always family,  To that we will stay. My child holds your name,  To your surprise. Your eyes spoke of unsaid words  The first time you held him. I...

The times you make me act like a teenager kissing for the camera without a care in the world The way you tell me your passionate secrets that no-one else must know The perfect perfection of your smile with your little dimples flashing on each side. Your laughter, my favourite love song the most beautiful sound to my heart Your lips that talk so clearly with such care and playful pout needing to be kissed The piercing eyes...

Thank you, this is a crushing enlightenment.  I thought it would come,  but still, I’m shocked and numb. It hurts though, between the numbness  it's an ache, no, a throb,  burning behind my eyes. And breathing, it’s now painful, no longer the smooth unknowing action. It’s hard, I stop for a moment, and then I feel everything pull. My body needing but my mind too full of you, us. I don't know how to stop. I need something,...

You can watch me, Listen to each moan, Feel the tension in the air, But not touch, not now. This doesn't involve you, It is my pleasure, My enjoyment, My own personal blissLaid out on the sheets on display, Almost in invitations, Hands cupping each breast, Pulling at each firm nipple. Quiet moans from my lips,  Increasing your torture, And my bliss. Drawing up my knees, And spread my thighs,  My passion glistening,  Again...

Right now I need you.  To fill me,  Complete me,  To fuck me. Your large hands  To touch  And tease,  And turn me on. Your thighs to sink between mine  Not slow and gently,  But to take me fast  And without empathy. Spread me open for your pleasure  Use your hands  To pinch and pull  At the hard tips of my nipples Make me shout your name.  Every time you use my body  Let me help you  On your journey Pull on my hair,  And...

There will be a time when The precious words will Not form from my lips But, I will still feel them.There will be a time when You will not see me But only feel me And all the love I have There will always be memories Every touch, the caress in the night And the laughs in the lifts But it will happen no more There will never be a moment I don't wish to be back in your arms You are my past, present and futureThat will never...

“Wait, am I your beard or something?” James stands up from the red cotton-covered bed, and looks at the woman he had considered to be his girlfriend, but wasn't so sure now. “No, nothing like that." She shakes her head at him to emphasise her point. "But I find women attractive as well,” replies Alice to James, whom she does consider to be her boyfriend. So, you still want me , he wonders, as his hand catches the hair tha...

Watching Her Scream for Joy. Part four “Wanna play again?” She whispers as she nibbles on my earlobe. ““Do I?” I think as she takes the decision from me and kisses me quickly but hard. I peek over her shoulder as her hands cup my breasts to see Chris giving me the nod of approval, then looking to Craig to see his cock now completely hard. “Well looks like more birthday presents for me” I laugh to myself as Lauren's hand s...

Us guys and galswe love you so much,the nicknames we give youjust makes us want to touch. Whether it be a nice juicy pussyeven if its a little bit bushy.Of course we can simply call you cuntbut only if we're feeling blunt Being British and going with fannymakes me think of some old granny.Calling you our squeeze boxleaves me feeling like an arctic fox Masking you with the junction of her thighsalways great if we’re feelin...

I thought of you today. First time in a while, I’m sorry to say But I finally thought today I looked for you And found you had gone No words, nothing. It was silly to expect more. But I still find myself Thinking of our chats And 'that' But also the hurt. I find myself wishing, Praying almost That less words had been said...That I had hidden some things from you. But would that have been true? I had a lover And it wasn’t...