You were crafted from smoke and necessity. Bad breaks and broken beds and bent over. Fate’s unintentional, born again to busted lust. Wisps and faeries swaddling you in jaded armor, more grave than cradle. Utter self-immolation just beyond your grasp, and consistently escaping the bitter poison of warm contentment by just…that…much Plundered, picked-over, discounted if…… Continue reading The Last Middle-Aged Baby Doll
The tatted arms were nothing but a contrived ruse, camouflage for an urban blind, a hunt, a stalking. Sleeved with ink, fueled with endorphins, driven by the waft of pheromones and alcohol and simple, unmitigated vitriol, I strike. Understood by few, connected to fewer, I focus on you. Your pulse a droning, drowning focal point,…… Continue reading St. Punk of Jaded Urge
Mainly, I sketch with words. Catching glimpses of arousal, the essence of a moment, a glimmer of salacious fire. A snapshot of lust. Sometimes, I miss the mark. The light changes, the words escape me, the scene is lost to simple memory. Once in a while, the gods smile upon me, and I capture a…… Continue reading By Some Lustful, Celestial Power
“I say we play strip Magic: The Gathering!” she said, the mischievous glint in her eyes gleaming through her glasses. “I can’t, I really need to finish this report for work.” he replied, too distracted to even look up from the excel spreadsheet gracing his laptop. She sighed. “D & D/s? I’ll play as my…… Continue reading Achievement Unlocked
I know that many of you who visit my site come (or “cum”, as it were) for my long list (size queen!) of bloggers I follow. You can’t fool me, I know by the links you click from my page, you beautiful pervs!!! I think it’s awesome!! If my page is nothing more than a…… Continue reading It’s Raining Sex Bloggers!
There are clouds that hang low this night, like a blanket over us. While the evening air has the subtle bite of a new season, you emanate heat that still whispers of summer dusk. A warm breeze that confronts the coming autumn chill and crashes like thunderstorm into me. An audience of just changing leaves…… Continue reading A Moth To Fall
“I fucked a member of Jimmy Johnson’s pit crew, once” she said to the other girl. Standing at the fence in Bristol, lanyards full of tickets and pit passes. Shorts and tank-tops tighter than the points race. Cindi didn’t know what made her hotter, the drivers or the cars. What she DID know, when a…… Continue reading Slicks