willingness
He surprised me, his voice startled me, the splintering sounds of want gripped in fear. He met me at my place. I made him wait while I showered the library away. The water extra hot turned my skin pink. I wanted to stay in there forever, not knowing what I wanted to say to him. [...]
Too Much and Never Enough
Too Much and Never Enough She was one who lived close to her skin— As if she tasted with it. And I Was there one night within her sphere. So thin The distance was between us strangers—why? We felt it all at once; we needed it: The sex was a devouring force that did Not [...]
grief
How long does it take one to grieve the loss of another cock. Perhaps I spoke too soon referring to him as my “steady cock.” I knew it was over the last time we had sex, but it was just such great sex I could not imagine it to be true that it was over–which [...]
escape to Brooklyn
Ok, so I have been hiding up in a Brooklyn tower, getting bonked all day, eating fine breads, cheeses, delicious salted greasy pork products, and a steady bottle of wine a day—vacation is good. Though traveling often seems to allow a bit of melancholia into my system. The goodbyes, the returns, large amounts of people [...]
The Sluts Delima
I have found myself in a position I’ve never been in before, and I find it exhilarating, exciting, tumultuous, conflicting with extreme bouts of joy and sadness. You see, I have become a bit googly eyed, dancing around with hearts in my eyes and all. Yes, the Vixen seems to have found herself a nice [...]
Staying in
Everything we did was slow, until it wasn’t. A Friday night spent in, with no rush or urgency toward cumming. My only goal to taste you splattering on to my tongue, but not until hours of foreplay, licking, sucking, kissing and fucking. We lay the blanket and pillows on the floor, like a slumber party [...]
down time
Perhaps it is something about age, wisdom, a lifetime of sexuality finally in fruition–or perhaps it’s my simple assertiveness, but I am fascinated when I slip into that mode–that mode of “my turn.” My turn, to ride you, to use your cock, to show you how I like to cum. During breaks between fucking, we [...]
moments
Time was in a void as we hibernated at my little witness relocation bungalow. We stayed in a constant state of hard to soft , wet to dry and back again. Feeling your cock grow between my lips, turning you heavy to solid with my mouth became an enjoyable challenge. How many times over the [...]
759.4
Sometimes we put things out into the universe and they happen, and they do so for a reason. Of course I have my library fetish. Ever since a geeky jr. high girl who used to hide in the stacks during lunch–looking at pages of; deformities of the human body, grand master paintings, pop art, circus [...]
