When you let me into your life The end of my strife Our paths crossed at an ideal time We both started to grow and shine Our spirits lifted With what we each gifted A pep in our step Anger and depression swept Possibilities abound Messages that astound Boredom? Out the window it flew Confidence? It grew Helping you blossom and grow You really put on a show Fell asleep and awoke with thoughts of you OH the things we would...

Do you know what you do to me when you touch me? I get goose bumps. Your body next to mine. My temperature rises. It’s like I have a fever. As soon as you kiss me, I get tingles. Should I tell you what you do to me when we have sex? The heat. The passion. The love. The sweat that flows from every part of my body. From the first entry it sends pleasure from my head to my toes. To describe what you do to me is impossible. I...

Morning Thursday May 1st, 2025 Lyrou shouted from bed, "Don’t stay home. At least go in late.” Garin came up the stairs carrying a tray and glass of orange juice. "I’ll go in 24 hours late.” Lyrou patted the comforter down over her lap to make way for the tray as Garin carefully set it; bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy steaming in her face. She took the orange juice from him, the glass cool and wet. “Now you can head in.”...

He walked through the mall in a leisurely fashion, neither in a hurry nor wanting to be there. Shopping for birthday gifts was never a favorite activity of his, partly because he didn’t view birthdays as important as most people. This time, however, it was even more of a chore, an obligation, not an opportunity to find something unique or precious with which to surprise a loved one. His wife’s picky and expensive tastes h...

«What time is it?» I asked, waking from our slumber and reaching for my phone. The smile she gave me told me it wasn’t important what time it was; all that mattered was where we were, and how we were. Tangled in sheets, sweat, and a mix of vanilla lube, berry-scented oil, and the shared fluids of our bodies. “I fell asleep,” I muttered. “Yeah, sleepyhead,” she laughed. “Like all men.” I muttered an excuse, which she ate o...

Clare looked at the calendar on her messy desktop. It had only been three days since Wesley last visited, but it seemed like a month. And there he was, lying on a lounger, shirtless and showing off that toned and tanned body, no doubt to tease his middle-aged neighbor. And it was working. Despite some residual soreness from the pounding he gave her a few days before, she was ready to get back on that horse, the metaphor b...

It began a lifetime ago, early 1966. I’d just turned eighteen, still a child in the eyes of the law back then, but in truth, I’d become a man the day I stepped aboard my first ship in the summer of ’64. Two trains and a taxi had carried me to the quayside at Birkenhead, where my new home was being eased through the cuts, tugs nudging her towards the berth on West Float. When the accommodation ladder finally touched down,...

I left Tammy’s and went home. All the way, I thought about her saying there was no love for Sam. A pity, it is. I like Tammy a lot; she's a lot of fun, for sure, but is it fair to her? If she left Sam, I wouldn’t marry her; I don’t have that feeling for her. Lucia crept into my mind, and my heart thumped, maybe even skipped a beat. But is it her, or is it because her old man is a horse’s arse? More and more, it’s becoming...