In thy lover’s bower, I find thee nude,Thy legs splayed open; words sexy ‘n crude.In thy lover’s bower, his cock so thick!Thy nipples point upward, his rut so quick!Valentines intertwine, absent thy shame,Valentines intertwine, thou plays thy game!In thy lover’s...
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On the Sand…
"We all should do what we must..."
Her husband's cock is in my hands; I masturbate him upon the sand,Sun so warm, a burn may occur, I sunscreen his dick and hear him purr,Other women watch with narrowed eyes as I stroke his manly prize,Her husband pledged...
At The Corner Bar
"Advice from an old man..."
"Should I be concerned?" the young man appealed,"My wife makes me do it. She never yields."The old man smiled, remembering a time forgot,When he was younger than him, and his blood ran hot."Not really." The old man spoke in a...
She covers herself in colored silk; night clothes soft and fine,She wears the wedding ring I bought and says she’s truly mine.But she isn’t always with me; her presence not always kind.The wild woman I married? Absent in this space...
Halloween Eve
"Sex in the Age of COVID"
“You’ve got to be kidding me! This Halloween is simply the best time of year to have sex with men!”Eve adjusted her black steampunk bustier. She looked terrific in long black leather boots, cleavage, and a stylish black mask: a...
Thy Warrior Waits
"Every good husband is a warrior"
Thy Warrior waits in bed for thee,As all Warriors in history,Honor now his masculine form,With licks and lips ever so warm.A battle rages outside your home's door,Thy lover, Thy protector, struggles the more,Food and Shelter to exceed thy Family's need,Demands...
HoneyBomb
"Trouble ahead."
It was her yellow-patterned dress drawn up high on her thighs, her infectious smile, and her no-brassiere-here breasts that brought the word HoneyBomb to my mind. An explosion of golden sweetness; her voluptuous figure could never be constrained in a...
A Memoir of Paris: Prologue
"My affairs during the Crazy Years"
I celebrated my first manuscript by fucking my first French Communist.It was France during the Crazy Years, the Années Folles. American writers surged into Paris. It was Prohibition in America; I arrived to enjoy the cafes and French culture after...
A Sweet Night Concludes
"A Mipple City Story"
The red velvet cake sat practically untouched. Three fingers of icing had been scooped from its surface and spread on my erection. I remember the sweetness of us as she swallowed dessert.I also remember warm conversations between the pursuits of...
A Sweet Night Begins
"A Mipple City Story"
I silenced my cellphone. My overnight bag held my clothes, my conscience, condoms, and red velvet cake. A Sweet Night with her was my choice.Opportunity opened the door. I stepped in.She wore a rose-colored apron; a gold necklace disappeared between...