I’m thinking about… Winter chill Roaring fire And our bodies twined on the bear skin rug Not just to keep warm
Unedited The moment she walked in the room he swore he inhaled her scent. Each inhale brought the flavor of spiced cinnamon, as if he could taste Christmas cider on the back of his tongue. He was fixated then. His eyes tracking her around the boring ass party that had suddenly gotten exciting with her …
Santa… Baby When I ask to sit on your lap I plan to slide down your chimney And moan my Christmas list Right into your ear
Unedited. Sorry, I just got off work then this story surfaced. Too much wine. The flush stealing over my cheeks and chest were a sign I was inching closer and closer to the zone of bad decisions. The one where I stripped and started dancing on tables. It was time to put the wine glass …
Dear Santa, What I want for Christmas is… Never mind It’s too naughty to say
Come closer I’ll work my Christmas magic Seduce you with Dancing fingertips Eager mouth Willing body I’ll make you more than merry tonight
“On the fifth days of Christmas my true love gave to me…” She arched her back and presented her breasts to him. His low murmur was exactly what she hoped for when he saw the decorated tips. The slight lift of his brow signaled what he required. She knelt for his inspection, holding her …
She was his present Wrapped with a red bow Placed under the tree Ready to be open and played with I’m late for 12 days of Christmas countdown, but I’ll aim for a short story/poem from now until Christmas. Hopefully it’ll jump start my creativity and your imagination.
Stifled my mind is clouded bubbling and roiling a creative ocean too stormy to produce I simply ride the high waves and pray for the shore
On vacation apparently It’ll return in a week I hope.