wandering hands

Rising out of a dream I opened my eyes, the passage of sleep was still slow to disperse so I … More

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

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

Sometimes it’s just primal, not thinking, letting whatever happens happen, allowing those darkest, deepest needs what they desire, deserve. I … More

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

make me an escortmake me a prostitutemake me a slutmake me do what you want, make me do what other … More

(… continued from “blind date: second instance”… “… I heard myself exclaim in utter exhaustion while my body still reeled … More

(continued from “room with a view #1” ……I felt myself shuddering and breathing desperately and just knew if I didn’t … More

I instigated this as much as he did, he was hot, I liked him, admittedly horny for him in my … More

(A poem and photo of me especially for International Masturbation Month of May, although every month’s a good month for … More

Put your hands upon my waistfrom behind and holdput your hands upon my waistI know you want to know, Put … More

I found myself in an apartment, his apartment, an evening which just kind of lead me here and here I … More

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

(continued from “bound to happen (act 3/4)” ……“…. She let me unveil myself and she in turn let me unwrap … More

I met her the once. On the internet which I swore I would never do for fear of the risk … More