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Yesterday I was Tattered.
If I were a sailboat, I would sing to Venus every night, even if she could not see me. And my cunt pulses at that because my moon understands underneath those waters. And this is...
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A Marionette’s Orgasm.

A marionette’s orgasm, and her cheeks were silken. Porcelain doll skin stretched across the hollows of her bones just so. I couldn’t help but touch her, but throw my essence all over her. She was a toy, a tool, a puppet, a presence, and electrifying at that. She shuddered as my fingers settled into the [...]

The Soft Flicker.

Her pussy glistened in the soft flicker of the taper’s flame. Red wax dripped down the candle’s length, as if begging to dance across her skin. I pressed my wine glass to my lips. One more sip. Juxtaposition of cold glass with hot breath. That was all it took to convince me. I grabbed the [...]

To Melt: A Story in Three Parts.

PART I. I yearn to melt into your kiss with my whole being, to surrender wholly and completely to you, to re-capture that feel of oneness that is so delicious, and so needed in today’s world. These were the types of thoughts making their way through my mind as I showered away the stresses of [...]

An Ode to Flesh.

Overtaken by Your touch electric my body falls prey to Your ministrations You build layer upon layer of Sensation Over Your delicate, blushing toy As the ache deepens my heart begins to pound audibly In sync with Yours Moans mix with sighs mix with breath i take in the feather grazes that tickle me Deeper [...]

What You Do to Me.

You hold me captivated with your teeth. I writhe in your embrace, falling deeper into the Hush that descends like curtained breath. Burrowing into your chest, you thread your fingers through my hair, holding me tighter, tighter, tighter still. Your arm around my waist; these ropes are organic and they sway and quiver, unbreakable. We [...]

Pure, Unadulterated Desire.

Your ropes snake and coil against my skin. You are dragging them over my burning flesh ever so slowly, waking me up with their texture, letting me know what will soon encircle me and hold me emphatically to your will. My nipples perk up immediately, hardening into delicious pebbles as your fingers lightly brush across [...]

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