It started at my feet, fingertips that moved with such elegance, such grace, such eloquence, slow motion, a flurry of … More
Tag: sexuality
a bit on the side
She told me to wear something denim, Angie, a skirt or dress and whatever else I wore should be mostly … More
nightlight
I remember it clearly. I remember every touch, every breath, every whisper, every moment of surrender that night. I met … More
way
a slip of the tongue
Not being in the mood for being fucked (yes, me, I know, weird) we settled on a suck instead. Deal. … More
break
© Emmaleela
illicit
on the twelfth day of Christmas
The sheet slips across my skin, soft as it feels in the stillness and motion barely making a whispering sound … More
me’lalia – happy christmas everyone
mouthful #5
[continuing my “mouthful” adventures] Several times I’d driven past this particular pull-in picnic spot and just kept on going, but … More
mouthful #4
(Continuing my totally insane return visits to somewhere I shouldn’t) I was back. I’ve given up pretending that I keep … More
truths unseen
As promised, a simple little stream of consciousness poem to mark my six years on WordPress. Morning lightslithered througha gap … More
tether
mouthful #3
The trees danced in an uncertain breeze, slender poplars next to gruff sycamores, a single ash with its keys intact. … More
waves
(model: me) © Emmaleela