an act of faith

Sex is an act of faith. It’s filled with hope and with anticipation that it’ll turn out to be as … More

awakenings

I was pulled to the edge of the bed before I fully realised how far this was going……. I was … More

sleep,I often sleep on my front,head to one side on my pillowarms up around my face lost to the world … More

I love it when you lift my skirtyou call me a teasemaybe a flirtbut I can’t helpmy feelingsmy skinthe way … More

We left the bar it was gone 11pm, in fact closer to midnight by now. I know this because inside … More

You know that feeling, the intensity of the insatiable craving for sex, any which way it comes, as raw as … More

I couldn’t help myself, this morning on opening my eyes and coming too, small beads of sweat on parts of … More

It was new years eve and I suppose you could say I was excited, as usual, as I love this … More

The hand that movesacross my skinto touch my soul withinpeels awayeach tender foldinviting me to sin. So small a wordit … More

Was it a yurt or was it a tepee? I couldn’t be sure. I opened my bleary eyes having just … More

You canif you liketouch methereyou canif you want tootouch methere, just therejust where you think you can’t but you might … More

I dreamed the other night something I’d never dreamed before and it took a few days to like really come … More