Not a single touch. Not a single one passed between us. Though we sat close, facing, an arm’s length away. … More
exploring the me inside and out, my uncensored invitation into the sensual, sexual, erotic and passionate.
Not a single touch. Not a single one passed between us. Though we sat close, facing, an arm’s length away. … More
erotica in verse, a poem of sexual stirrings and submission…
do you mind that I’ve been with other mendoes it bother you at alldoes it make me lessthan what you … More