"An open letter to my Mistress about things of late."
Dearest Miss,As I think of you, I say to myself, "My God, Jampu, you are such a little bitch." I continue to berate myself as if talking to my reflection in the mirror.'It is no wonder that Miss hesitated when you approached...
"She wanted to become Anna and walk the streets of Paris but all she had was a boy and a drive-in."
It was deep in summer now and the katydids sang every night, it seemed. The air was thick and humid on the night. The coolness only came to the earth in the late hours of early morn. Often, a faint, gentle...
A fireplacenakednessmine/yourswarmth enveloping us bothyour cock silhouetted against the flamesyour cock erect from your bodyrigid, longing to be suckedto be in my mouthto feel my saliva bathing its furrowswatching itunable to avert my gazewondering about your texturea fresh aroma wafting...