"Travelling on the twenty-six bus...."
Friday afternoon 2pmSittingStandingMusic onMusic offAll the leafy lanesAnd car parked streetsBlinds down or drawnCurtains plain, chintz, washed or boiledThen there is closedWhy?Baby sleeping, Daddy shiftsOr Mummy tired Granny nodding and knittingUncle Ted wankingAuntie Pat masturbatingYes you heard me rightAll those sweet...
Marie felt a tug on her arm whilst trying to concentrate on the view in the hall mirror. A voice whispered in her ear.“You had better find a way to satisfy me before the end of the night, or I...
Six feet:Between you and me.Might be a life time, Might be but thirty seconds,If you turn this way.Side view:Structure of beauty.Long dark hair obscures, Sleek figurine encased in black,With the hint of nylons.Gazing: Across in wonderment.Maybe a little lustful thought,Popped in and out,Then...