Tracing from root to tip Sucking in the stray drips Enjoying that unique flavor A taste too delicious not to savor
Been thinking about this post I’m old enough Age, experience, time Accomplished enough Degrees, wisdom, ability That I should open my eyes each day And know I’m capable More than able Can take on the world With the snap of my fingers Except a fear resides in me A worry that I can’t That I …
Trying to get my mind working again. Her hands, so thin and delicate, slid up the outside of her thighs to rest on the bottom curve of her ass. She bent slightly at the waist, her fingertips caressing along the seam as her cheeks spread. “Show me.” She glanced over her shoulder, a flush heating …
I’m here. You know, in case you were wondering. There’s a follow up to Seat 19C wasting away in my draft box. If I can find some time (and 8-10 hours of decent sleep), maybe it’ll see light by the end of the week. My time in California is coming to an end (until I …
The city swallows me whole A comforting closeness A creeping isolation Strangers brushing by Arms, coats, bags touching Lives lived separately Space shared in proximity Get lost to be found here Immersed in, surrounded by Buildings and people A part of, apart from A city with a heartbeat I can feel in my chest
So, without realizing it, my year anniversary flew past. I figured I should at least make note of the event and chit-chat a bit. I’ve wondered who I’ve become. I was under a completely different pen name and blogging site last year, but the threat of exposure forced my hand. Ultimately I have to thank …
Just a feeling, right? Until it becomes a tangible thing More than a lump in my throat More like I’m choking to death I’m a sensitive soul Offended by my upset sensibilities Can’t quit my job, can I? But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be What’s bubbling up is this urge To …
I need to write! She squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenching as she tried to hold herself together. The race of her heart filled her ears, eclipsing the rush of her breath as it hissed from her. A lesson in utter concentration. A lesson in self control. The air brushing over her flushed skin was …
Quickly I turn Face down Face buried in pillows Facing the rising need Legs part I’m remembering Slick sounds A slick body thrusting into me Mouth open A lazy moan slips out A long groan slips out A quiver winding tight Bursting wide A pretty peach so pink Wishing to be touched By more than …
Inspired by this story. It’s just hard to articulate… “You can get your ass beat right here or we can go down to the basement and talk privately.” Shane shoved her backwards, jabbing her hip into the counter. Before she could gather her wits, he trapped her between his body and the dishwasher. Wrapping his …