I’m lost in the oily sheen of my black, morning coffee and can still smell you on my skin, on my face. They way you moved, the way you grooved to a tribal drumbeat of our own device. The tussle and playful, the beastly and possessed, the night. Mapping you, discovering the treasured spots of…… Continue reading In The Harsh Morning Light
I think it was that moment I was holding your ankle, white knuckle tight, up near my head. The sweaty grip giving me the leverage we both craved, we both breathlessly demanded. “Oh, fuck.” was the phrase that left your lips. Not a scream, but an epiphany of sorts. A throaty acknowledgement of an overwhelming…… Continue reading Pure
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