"Who's in Control?"
I like a submissive woman, bowing naked before her Dom.She has other ideas.Ordering him to his knees, she positions herself inches from his face, then won't let him touch. She lifts her skirt, exposing her puss, pink and puffy; her sweet...
She wandered in solitude,Her path dusted with loneliness.Cobwebs clung to her vacant heart,While her left hand comforted her right. He wandered a different path,His path rocky with regret.Splinters dug into his flesh,From the fractures of past relations.One day, Love intervened,Crossing their...
“Say it.”“Say what?” Fluttering her long lashes as she took a sip of coffee, she failed in her attempt to look innocent.“Say what you are dying to say … what you dragged me out to this coffee shop to say.”“Oh,...
Through droopy eyes, I saw her silhouette slink toward the jack-and-jill bathroom. Once inside, I heard the other door creek open. Oh my God, she had snuck into Travis's room!Why was I surprised? Cursing myself for being so stupid, I...
At night I weep with heart's despair,Is there no one for me?To share thy life, mine evening prayer,One last first kiss by thee.Behold, sweet Patience doth surprise,Oh my, thou look my way;Thine eyes they linger, passions rise,Prayers answered on this...
"One never knows who's on the other side..."
No one paid me any attention. That's what I wanted – for now. Wow, so this is what freedom looks like? There was a wide assortment walking around: Abercrombies, fetish-dressed, drag queens, hipsters, and everything in between. Surprisingly, all seemed to play...
Their relentless hunt drove me higher into the mountains. Who taught them to fear the unknown? Hanging my head and sighing, I think about how they've called me many names except my own. As time passed, I now see the monster...
"A wholesome New Year's Eve party takes a naughty turn..."
The considerate blinds subdued the sun's rays eager to announce the dawn of the new year. After all, politeness should be shown to those still recovering from their New Year's Eve party. One stream of sunlight, however, snuck through and highlighted...
"Every person deserves Joy on Christmas."
He hadn't planned this. No one ever planned to be homeless. A few more conscious passersby noticed the tragic irony of where he slept. Directly above him was a store window showcasing a fanciful adorned bed, complete with fluffed pillows, fur blankets,...
Snowflakes serenely float as I settle on the window seat. The scene reminds me of his fingers, lingering while drifting down my nakedness. As the night unfolds, the flurries' pace hastens, clumping together, coating the window. My pulse quickens. I envision...