Bisexual(1)

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Read to Me

Pausing after a disorienting fit of sensory anxiety, it took Oleana a long moment to catch her breath. After several harsh gasps, she adjusted the gear on her wrists and face. She took one more deep breath before reactivating the simulation. The visual frenzy of rendering errors and jumping perspective had been terminated by the restart, but it had left her somewhat disoriented. All she...Read On

Erotic Poems(2)

9

On Monday Night - Part III

Be still, held fast. Breathe against pleasure, lungs straining to fill, with two hands on the mast, and her face buried in treasure, subject to another's will like never before in life past. For one moment, she hesitates, lost in lust beyond measure and the exaltation of fright, but surrender is fated. Palm to throat, tightening across breath faded. Her face elated, her discipline a moat. ...Read On

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On Monday Night - Part II

Nails drag across tender flesh. Time begins to lag, as two bodies mesh. Four hands on four hips, two hearts reeling beat light as a feather. Two hearts skip at the feeling of four lips together. Acting on instinctive automation, paved with insanity and startling presence, drenched in sensual intoxication, and bathed in brilliant quintessence... A ritual fueled with brazen lust and...Read On

Love Poems(1)

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On Monday Night - Part I

First kiss, first bliss...

Flaming skies change to evening, hot and heavy and damp. Lazily yielding as sunlight dies, Waking is the same as dreaming to a genie in her lamp. Dripping in faux humanity her exalted demon was queen. Yet, in her nudity, she is but a woman, not a fiend, and subject to fluidity. Warm, wet, shadows and the sound of a busy city wander through open windows, greeted with enmity. At first...Read On