“There’s no debate, woman. Sit quiet, lean back, and let me untangle them curls.”“Are you mocking my locks?” Three gilded rings sway in fragrant patchouli when she shifts.Forcing his middle finger down the warm bareness between her shell-adorned, reddish-brown tresses...
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Dirty Throb
"Flash erotica – n. a work less than 1000 words; that's all you get. I'm just saying."
(Nope, there is no sequel, sorry). Nuh uh, the only character development you’ll find occurs between you and the words on this page... right now. This is different. You're encouraged to do some things you wouldn’t normally do – take...
Sexy,you keep me onan addict’s edge,awaiting your brushstrokes against my thickness. Yesterday you -mounted my mind, and made me scream a scream of freedom familiar only to wide-open windows on mild summer nights, and closed-in lakeside cabins on frozen snow-crusted...
The dilemma had nothing to do with my physicality being sandwiched between my heterosexuality and my lesbianism. That wasn’t it. That night, my intent was to rest in a mutual completeness. Mine was to simply taste the flavor of what...
Exempt
"If you must..."
Before you do it, may I say something? Annually, you silently loathe it. I know this. You’ll search for us in an aisle besieged with fifty shades of pink and red that replaced the red and green 75%-off leftovers. You’ll remain mute...
Non-Fiction: Train
"Hi. My name is Tamar, and I'm addicted to public sex."
I should be ashamed. But I’m not. It’s been six months since it happened; and up until now, I’ve kept my mouth shut. Now, I’ve chosen to be bold. Why? Well, it’s my resolution for 2015: to hell with what...
“How long has it been?” “A long time.” I opened my desk drawer pretending to look for anything. “Fess up. How long?” I tried to deflect. “You first. How long has it been since you had sex?” “This is such...
The Cusp of a Breaking
"Prophetic..."
In love -feral, unbroken, andunaccustomedto your waysof thinking, of loving, of being, my resolve is suffocating - drowning in asea of assumptions. Assumptions, sorted presumptionshave a way ofdistortingwhat is true. What may be trueturns into misconceptions,misapprehensions, and misinterpretations. Ultimately, Miss-Understanding...
Exactingness, that’s what it is...when you suffuse mysensibilities withyour lusty language withoutany immediateintent on givingthat which youdescribe so vividly. Exactingness, that’s what it is...when you serenade my sensuality with your mental licksand kisseswithout anysense of urgency -zero intentof followingthrough in...
Still Beautiful
"For Denise, breast cancer survivors, and those in the fight... You are Still Beautiful"
Candles, ten tea lights, cast glowing warmth. Warmth fills a tub of clear water.Tap waters marry and whip liquid soap streams intofrothy bubbles of sandalwood wrapped in vanilla.Vanilla bean beads of goodness baptize my hectic hell on this day. Today,...