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The Ride

The freedom of riding with nothing between you.

I feel your hard muscles between my legs, as we move as one. The squeezing of my thighs conveying my need, faster…harder. The rhythmic movement has my heart racing. I’m on top, I’m in control. Leaning over, my hands tangle in your mane of hair as you speed up. My body is tight, as perspiration runs down my back. Edging you on, our breathing laboured, you follow my commands. Seeing the end in sight, I let go, giving you fr...

Power Play

The beautiful, ruthless insatiable boss has all the power -- or does she?

The refrain of Lady Gaga’s song Teeth suddenly brought my phone to life on my nightstand with an incoming call. The screen lit up with the name of my former boss, Ms. Pouvoir. I didn’t expect her call for another twenty minutes. She was more desperate than I expected. The wide blue eyes of my petite, naked blond neighbor Brittany looked up at the sound of the interruption. “Don’t stop,” I ordered. The corners of her mouth...

Endless Night

To unlock someone heart, mind and body is a privilege

This endless night together with you in winter’s dreams and fantasies Unwrapped pleasures so I can ravage your sensuous luxuries and savour your sweetest flows A dance of souls in starlight serenade releasing stillness until golden light illuminates a radiant solstice glow And then when the festivities are done and we're back home to quiet and fire light this is what I want Wrapped and enraptured equally captive our rocki...

Freedom

Once she found freedom there was no looking back

Free at last, free to do what I want, go where I want, and be me. After the religious tyranny my family had imposed on me over the last five years, I needed to find myself again. I used to be easygoing and carefree before Dad brought home Samuel. Samuel was a Jehovah's Witness elder. Mom and Dad had fallen under his spell and were curious about everything Samuel told them. Before I knew what was happening, my life changed...

I thought I saw a shadow, Alas, it was nothing but my own. It was right there beside me, Wanting to follow me home.   I thought I saw you standing there, In the window watching me sleep. It wasn’t scary nor haunting, But it did make me weep.   I still love you ‘til this day, But I need to start anew. I could feel your Love following me, What am I supposed to do?   I want to let go, Need to turn a new leaf, But I’m left wi...

My Independence Day

Don't let the past dictate your future...

July 1, 2020 Why do you spend the most time thinking about those who don't think about you? They have moved on without a thought for you. And what are you doing? Still stuck in the past, not moving forward, missing the joys right in front of your face today. Jake's words keep replaying in my mind like a broken record. I hadn't thought about it like that, but he was right. Sometimes I need to hear something over and over a...

Red Dress. Six buttons. Smokin Hot.   Sensual eyes. Beckoning. Calling me.   Tender lips. Tasty. Lustly full.   Wicked smile. Sexual. Commanding me.   My drug. Pumping. Freeing me.   Heart full. Happiness. Bringing me.   Back here. Alone. Chains holding.   Struggle over.  Helpless. Once again.   Needle cold. Flowing. Freeing me.   No pain. Quiet. Sweet freedom.   You and me. Together. Finally peace.   Our embrace. Tender....

My teen years Who am I? I am scared to share my feelings. I feel less than. I am often sad. If I bring home a "B" from school, I am punished. If I falter in one of my chores, I am punished. If I express an opinion instead of silently obeying, I am punished.  The worse thing I endure is the disappointment in my parent's eyes when I fall short of perfection. If I am not perfect, I am a failure.  Feeling like you can't live...

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Sparked By Dreams

One soul one half she one half he

 Let me take you to heights,not achieved by any other means,but pure intoxication,of mind body and soul.Awakening the limpidness of touch,the raw desire to enjoy,and bring ecstasy to another.So soft,so sensual,so exciting.So hot,so corporeal,so exhilarating.Such a magnificent way to award and reward.To hug,to touch,to kiss,to lick,to brush against.To feel,to hear,to taste,to smell,to heat,to breath.Melding together.Becomi...

"Without You, I Can Be Me"

You are dangerous and forever must remain an unrequited love...

When you entered my lifeI was lostAimlessly wanderingConfused, empty and afraidBut from seemingly nowhereSo effortlesslyAnd oh so painlesslyYou filled me with your loveI fell in love with youAnd you made love to me.You called to meAnd I could not resistYou or your temptationFor you did not hide from me Who you truly wereThere was no dance of seductionIt was plain to seeThe lust I had for what you gaveAllowed me to see tha...

When my husband and I were dating, he was the most loving man.  He was so pleasant and always complimented me and made me feel so wonderful.  We dated for a year and really got to know each other before we married.He wanted us to explore our sexuality when we dated.  I knew that we’d marry, so I agreed for him to take my virginity.  He made sure my first time was very loving and wonderful.  After that, he wanted sex more...

You, a wanderess. Me, a wanderer.Our paths crossed on the journey in search of more.One moonless eve, under a starless sky, we invited the darkness in.In the dead of night you pleaded for more amidst our burning, virgin kiss.We came to life in the darkness.The unspoken need to stoke the fire inside us grew restless in our touch.Our odyssey required no light.We set sail on a journey in search to feel more.In search of repr...

I travel with a ghost in my pocket, I have a part of her in my heart locket. I try to shy away, When times are tough. But, I have a ghost in my pocket... It's hard to fall in love with someone When you've only had hushed memories, That never happened. Kisses that were brief, Lasting lifetimes you've never shared. Imprints that never really touched the ground. I have a ghost in my pocket and it's finally time to let it go....

Broken

Time to pick up the pieces and move on

On the highway of life We have ridden for awhile But no longer do thoughts of you Make me want to smile Anger, pain and resentment As I see you sitting there Ignoring me and everything Anymore, I just don’t care I’m searching, seeking a way out To make this somehow fair Because thoughts of forever Fill me with despair How did we get here? To this angry place Now all I can think of Is getting my own personal space Long ago...

Finally Free

Looking to the love beyond...

The steady gentle sound Of the softly falling rain Fails to completely mask The deluge of my pain Drowning in hurt Wallowing in despair Where was the one Who was supposed to care Out in the world Suddenly, irrevocably alone Nobody and no place To even call my own A single solitary tear Slips unbidden down my cheek Angrily I swipe it away Must never show that I am weak A swiftly in-drawn breath A small isolated hiccup The...