The full moon lights her sneaking way, naked beneath her robe. She creeps along the creek edge, while the bullfrogs serenade for lovers."Jinnie?""I'm here," she whispers from under the bridge.Their lovemaking is fierce, hunger fired, till they lay panting, holding...
Microfiction
Sugar and Spice
"... and all things nice ..."
The honeyed one speaks, dripping nectar with every syllable, oozing sweet seductive nothings which captivate me according to her every whim.The puckered one – perhaps no bitch, but certainly too often unkempt and neglected – blows a jealous indignant raspberry.Determined...
Two ears left between us, first harvest sweet, drizzled with butter. You take one, me the other, eye to eye.You arch a brow and drag the tip between your breasts and down, dangling it just above your cuny, waiting. I mimic you...
The Puckered Bitch Fights Back
"In response to Kimmi’s The Tale of the Talking Pussy"
The damned and feared puckered bitch, her silky soft darkness. Where oft it was said, “That the sun don’t shine.” In a world where puckered holes matter, please ditch the bitch tag, she should no longer live in shame, yet, revel in glory. Let...
I've been walking for hours, the scene looping, looping, looping in my head.How could you have said those things?"Heartless!""Spiteful!""Vindictive!""Deceitful!""Cruel!"I open the bedroom door to darkness."Can you ever forgive me?""Of course," you whisper back, "I love you, you silly fool."I am...
Seeing Her All Over Again
"Memories are stronger at sunset"
"I bet she was gorgeous.""Who?""The woman you're thinking about.""How do you know it was a woman?""I don't, I'm just hoping."She turned her head and smiled at me. Seeing her looking at the sunset was wonderful, but her smile touched me."She...
"What you staring at, bitch? Got something against big black girls?"I look up at the young woman who had been sitting a few tables away. She glares down, arms crossed below formidable breasts threatening to burst her BLM tee."Admiring your tat," pointing...
Too small.Next!Too... wait, what is that? Oh honey, my lips are sealed, move along.Next!Above are the ramblings of a discriminating pussy - prejudice cunt! Not me, though. I accept all shapes (even the bent one), sizes, and colors. See my lips drooling? I...
I saw her in the Botanical Gardens arrayed in a pink calf length sundress. Her wide brimmed hat protected her pale complexion from the sun.She knew where she was going, albeit at a leisurely pace, through the rhododendrons that created walls of...
I watched her, first from a distance, then as I got bolder, I came closer. Now I openly stood watching her tumbling routine, flick flacks, somersaults hand springs. All I saw was her cunning stunt. She stood before me, on display...