I’ve watched you,Addicted to the loveliness of your mind,The adventure of your words,The beauty you give to those who can’t see. The sky is your canvas.With the universeYou create,Always something new. Your chosen words are texturesThat can be felt.Each letter dances gracefully,Flutters over my skin. Sensation ripensTo a vista of colours,Some are emotions I've never felt,All are in dreams I am yet to have. Sometimes your...

The man shades his eyes and squints ahead, trying to see through the glinting sunlight reflected off the rivers eddies and currents. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms that are pushing and pulling the pole in and out of the muddy river floor. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while a thousand shades of green provide a visual backdrop. Th...

The warm nighttime breezes moving across the dark waters of the South China Sea ruffle your hair a little as I come up behind you, and together we enjoy the smells and sounds of the island bay we are anchored in, while enjoying the closeness of each other even more. Just as I decide I should kiss you once for good luck I am surprised by the sounds of footsteps behind me on the deck, and the beauty of the scene turns to ho...

I love you I crave you But most of all I want to eat your pussy I love you I care for you But most of all I want your pussy to be wet I love you I want you to be happy But most of all I want to spank your ass I don't love you anymore I have forgotten about you But most of all I want a new adventure

Even as the evening crept on the heat was palpable, a smothering blanket of energy sapping misery, dry and acrid. The only reprieve from the heat was the caress of the wind sweeping down the crags and valleys and rock formations, swirling along the brief stretches of flatlands that reached out between the red stones, or whipping along jagged, flinty corners of standing stones, clustered cliffs, and miniature mountains. Th...

The inn’s stillness and quiet was unnerving, the blackness of the halls and common room below an ominous contrast to the noise and bustle and light that should have been coming from downstairs this early into the night, just a few bare hours after sundown. Even with the flickering light of the candles at their bedside, the dark outside their room was so complete it left even her sharp eyes momentarily unable to pierce the...

DarkFyre Chapter Twenty-One Rael sank back into the large brass tub sitting in the middle of their room. The room’s furnishings were modest, but the bed was large enough for them both to settle into comfortably as long as Silmaria curled in tightly to him, and the room was clean and tidy. The bedding was simple cotton spun, with a thick wool cover and soft, fresh straw stuffed into the mattress. There was a small ash wood...

In France they called her La belle de nouveau époch. In Rome she was La bella biondina. There were other beautiful models, but none, who were so in demand as Zophie. At eighteen she had emerged during the flux and tumult of European political schism. Her face and her body represented the new era. She had been slower to woo the attention of the UK and United States, but even there she would soon make her mark. Zofie’s stor...

Silmaria’s heart beat violently, thudding unpleasantly in her breast. As the men stepped into their small camp she swallowed and fought to ignore the rising tide of panic threatening to drown her entirely. There were half a dozen of them, all armed and stepping with the confident, easy swagger of men who were comfortably acquainted with a great many kinds of violence. Dark eyes roved over her. She saw a flare of desire he...

While driving north on Route One, we were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic around LA. The so-called expressway was slow and crowded with cars, trucks, motorcycles and buses. Horns were honking and exhaust was rising from cars that moved a few feet and then would not budge for five or so minutes. I thought about the people who drove this expressway everyday to work and then back home and imagined the number of hours they...

As I drove along Route Sixty-six past various stores, restaurants, and billboards, we were both quiet, lost in our thoughts. I knew Avalon was about forty miles from the Black Mountains and that we'd soon be there. I saw a sign that announced we were entering Death Valley. Carla held my map on her lap while we drove past the sparse vegetation, mostly Joshua Trees, sagebrush and odd shaped cactus. Dusty bronze colored hill...

When I woke up, I wanted to make an early start, but was surprised that despite our tense situation, Carla had other ideas and was stroking my cock, letting me know she wanted a good wake-up fuck. “You really are insatiable aren't you?” “Yes, and I know you like that. You're already hard.” She crawled between my legs and started moving her tongue slowly up and down my hard cock, delicately licking, while her devilish blue...