In the stillness of society at desks in cars on the avenues and bars I hold fast to sanity biting my lip to withhold depravity But then you arrived Beautiful Bright-eyed And awakened the thing waiting in the deep... ... Silly girl You wandered into my gaze The forest The haze of my crazed lustful musings Silly girl so innocent in your hourglass stride with no place to hide from my wanting Oh, just dwelling on what I want...

We knew that it might be our last chance, the last time we’d steal time from our lives to spend being a family – now, two-thirds of a family. We were excited about the trip. There was an aura of melancholy, of course, knowing this might be our last opportunity to enjoy this cherished tradition, but also because her mother - my wife, Samantha, would be a part of it only in spirit. Sam had died five years earlier, cervical...

Croquette. A game I now think I absolutely and most assuredly despise. I stood in Milli Hammel's well-manicured lawn. A nice day, yes, though the air had chilled quite a bit as of late. Milli, her perfect pearls and perfect husband and perfect home with perfect pets, made me want to put the mallet square in her over-perfect face. I'm not even sure what those feelings were for, never before had I been so overcome with such...

Sweeten each new dream Fill my heart with melody Make life always Spring Fragrance in your words When you speak in tones of love I know our years, so warm, so close Will be ever and always Spring Sweetest caresses, deepening touches, Set avid passion aflame. Love songs pulsating, drawing us closer Tempting our rapturous desires When the day is done, Stars look down from high To fill our hearts, with promises Our love will...

Of all the sordid stories that should never be told, I imagine that this would be one of them. The story of a mother—a step-mother, though I should specify that would hardly weigh-in per the eyes of the law—and her son. Not a rosy peach-cheeks type of tale. But a dark, dastardly, seedy type. That's how this story unfolds. Perhaps one might stow moral judgement and find it possible to forgive the dark sins that I committed...

I awaken slowly. Light on the window suggests 6.00 am. Dreaming? I used to dream a lot in my youth. I recall the gorgeous lady passing me in the supermarket where I worked before university. Her thighs exposed in the park, bare breasts flashing in my dreams. Ten distant years ago. Ah, the pangs of youth. But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream. Beside me lies the naked allure of S...

At last, the ball gag was removed, leaving a rubbery feeling in Mark’s cheeks and teeth. The invasive sensation in his mouth was gone although it hadn’t hurt half as much as the butt plug being forcefully inserted into his anus. Moving his jaw in an attempt to ease the discomfort, he tried to make out the feeling of his protesting sphincter clenching the polished steel. In all his self-honesty, he had to admit, he just re...

It was the first time we'd managed to get a room. So many secret office corners, dark alleys, back seats and parking garages, hasty sessions, all grabbing and needing, a rush to the finish. It was late, you'd flown out the night before and spent the entire day conferencing but called me on your way back to your hotel room after dinner. You'd told me you'd leave a key at the desk in case I could get away, I could hear the...

The twirl of her skirt as she walks up the stairs, swaying of her lovely rounded figure The jiggle of her breasts as she swiftly descends stairs, her smile as she notices you noticing, melts you You want to lick her pussy like an ice cream cone melting in summer Heat radiating from her pussy when she stands behind you in the elevator Listening to her voice plucks a string in your chest, makes your mind wander from your li...