(something special for this time of years, a Halloween treat ~x)
o, ghost you enter me while I sleep and make me dream of fields of tiny fires which I walk between my feet I see my feet I feel whispers of your embers your flickering beckoning inviting threatening, you tantalise in disguise one thing then another so brief each affectation, a wish an invocation, crackling your lullabies draw me through your shifting lines, o, ghost you know me better than I know myself you show me hold me to my promises, you goad me knowing how to make me bleed, o, ghost my breathing doesn’t make a sound each flame licks and skims skirts my skin coveting the curves without a single word you enter me.
A writer of adult erotica, prose and poetry, exploring and expressing my nature through sharing my real experiences and fantasies, and also through my photography. I am fascinated and drawn to all kinds of sexuality and sensuality
My writings are a journey into me, my insights, pleasures, surprises, accidents, serendipity, loves and lusts and awakenings, and can include subversion, submission, bondage, rough-play, self-pleasure, voyeurism, threesomes, gangbangs and other group pleasures. seduction. It may sometimes be primal, and oft-times raw
I hope your visits, find something you like. The joy for sex is exactly that, joyous. alluring and thrilling.
My motto: sexual gratification should be immediate and often.
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Tabula Erotica 
thanks Pete, so much {x}
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Ecstatically ethereal
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