I walked into the kitchen to see you with your back to me, dressed in just a tank top and a pair of plain black panties. Thoughts of the previous night came flooding back to me as I remembered the way you had fucked my brains out, taking me to places I had never been. We spent the night wrapped in each other with our scent filling the air. I was quiet, walking softly through the kitchen to you as you stood at the coffee m...
‘You up’ Of course I am. But you know that. I quickly reply ‘Yes.’ I shouldn’t. We have done this so many times already. I shouldn’t see you. I know what I can be like when it feels this good. No.⠀Go to sleep. I throw my phone to the side of the bed. I face the other way. I force my eyes shut. Like that would help. My phone vibrates. Instantly you message back ‘At your door.’ Clutching for my phone I open your message. Wh...
Close your eyes Breathe slowly Feel my touch Concentrate on breathing Kisses soft as midnight feathers brush against your skin Fingertips slide gently drawing the fire inside you Into a whirling eddy My touch the sweetest awakening My hands drink With no haste They'll be drunk with time Craving more and more But right now They only want The simple pleasure Of feeling And sipping on you Holding stardust in my hands A touch...
Sex is a mind game between two lovers Just like poetry is the wet thoughts for their consciousness During the all-day-long seductive conversations between them They decide who will be the ruler of their messy bed One of them obeys and the other one plays the music of her tongue and saliva Every move is a part of a sexual chess game Virtuality becomes a wet reality in their minds Flesh against flesh Wanting and hungry Givi...
On a night, by soft moonlight forsaken, Long after the candles have died, We both flee down the highway oft’ taken By young lovers longing to ride. Behind us, the sea’s turbulent madness, Above us, a thunderstorm looms But we speed to the city with gladness; Desirous of pleasure-filled rooms; Those shrines where sight, sound, and sensation Bring to us the gods of desire And you, my pagan priestess of passion, Burn with th...
Natalie waited impatiently for the display on the stick in her hand to show one or two lines. Seth sat with her, holding her hand. These few minutes felt like a lifetime. “You look at it; I can’t,” she said suddenly. Her emotions swirled as she wished for an outcome she knew would be less than ideal. “One line,” he answered. “Not pregnant,” she said, interpreting the results for him. Then she burst into tears. “That’s a g...
Natalie and Seth decided that inviting both sets of parents to dinner at a nice restaurant would be the best way to announce their engagement to them. “They will be less likely to overreact in a public setting,” Seth said. Nat chuckled. “I agree.” “How’s the head today?” he asked, cupping her face with his hands. “It’s days like these that I could forget that I have a terminal brain tumor. Thanks to the pain medications,...
Natalie woke up in Seth’s arms and wondered if this was what heaven would be like. She had never known pleasure like what she had experienced the night before. She was glad that she’d waited for the right man. Yes, there had been momentary pain when he broke her hymen, but everything after that felt incredible. He’d been a patient lover, taking his time to make her first time beautiful. She would treasure that for the rem...
She is drawn to his contrasts He smells like pure warmth sweet and heady like the midnight call of fallen stars like a muggy summer fire just after a heavy rainfall earthy a wet cedar come sandalwood scent with an undertone of citrus Yet she is thrilled by his soft whispering of a filthy reverie of his lewd intentions she feels comfort a baggy jumper warm and comforting that carries his scent Yet you are helpless and pinn...
After the sex-crazed misty air subsided, we took a moment to collect ourselves. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over my tingling skin as I replayed the evening’s intense experience with Azrael in my mind. When I emerged, Azrael was straightening up the living room, downing the last sips of his beer. My eyelids already felt heavy as I slipped under the sheets. Azrael soon joined me, his lithe form pr...
Bella had just gotten in from a long flight, and her body was tired and worn from a week’s worth of shoots and boring work dinners. Being stuck at the airport for over two hours before departure didn’t help her tiredness either. Her apartment was on the city's east side, quiet and quaint, slightly modern with just the right touches to make it warm and inviting. Although she loved being back in her cozy apartment, her hear...
I feel the vibrant warmth of your smile. I feel the sweet taste of your soft lips. I feel your tongue pirouette and dance a duet with mine. I feel the zephyr breath of your soft sighs of emotion. I feel the gentle caress of your fingers across my skin. I feel the svelte curves of your body pressed to mine. I feel your shining golden hair brush over me. I feel your heart beating strongly close to mine. I feel the sheer joy...
Julienne, a stunning twenty-seven-year-old blonde with curves that could make a god weep, had always been a bit of an adventurer. She craved excitement and novelty, and nothing quite did the trick like a good old-fashioned one-night stand with a stranger. And so it was on this particular Friday evening, as Julienne stood at the bar of an exclusive downtown lounge, a sleek glass of Chardonnay in her hand and a smirk playin...
"Good Morning," I whisper, stretching and rolling under the warm covers. You quickly discard your unwanted clothing before jumping in beside me. Although you've been out in the cold morning air, your body cocoons me in its warmth. I'm awakened fully from my sweet slumber. Arms and legs luxuriously entwine. Lips upon lips nourish delicate kisses. Fingers roam and explore pleasurable, sumptuous places. Caressing your rod to...
"Good morning, and welcome to The Book Worm," I said as the door chimed. "I'll be right with you." "But I need help right now," a familiar voice insists. Swiveling around, I spot April standing at the door, also known as my boss. "I don’t know how you've survived a year with that kind of customer service," she teases, walking over with a cup and a pastry box in hand. "Happy 1-year anniversary. I thought a cupcake and coff...
