Today, I decided I’m done.Twisting my hips awayFrom your once loving tongue in anguish.My words, terse over breakfastGentle nudges and sighs, won’t last.I ask it straight. Why? You’ve known meForever. My me-ness?My mind and persona, direct as a pact.Tell me!...

First Light

"Love at first light"

We leave the kitchen a messof spilt milk, crumbled bread crust, and honeydripping from a forgotten jar.Breakfast is on crumpled sheetsclenched between tight fingersand crushed under the weight of two.Your heavy breath whispered betweenhard kisses sinks beneath my skinand warms...

Zen and the art of toast

"Who needs to shop when you have a girl who can improvise?"

The Dualit made short work of the artisan wholemeal bread,toasting it to perfection. I left it in while I poured the boiled water into the cafetiere, placing it carefully onto the tray along with the mugs. I opened the fridge....

Le petit déjeuner parfait

"A man eats out for breakfast"

Waking in the morning and seeing you asleep Hair tousled and breasts gently rising and falling Enshrouded in a silken cocoon My hunger rises, I have not eaten today But my breakfast is always better eaten out Slowly licking your...

The Married Man’s Reprieve

"An unplanned sequel to A Married Man's Trial and Conviction."

Rose pulled me from the bar, down the street, and into the train station. Never once did we stop touching. I stood behind her with my hands on her hips as she paid for our tickets. We remained physically linked...

The Gardeners Daughter Pt 2

"The story continues..."

This is part 2 of a multi part story. I have a Photo album so you can experience slightly more if you choose, or you can just use your imagination. Please remember that Esme is French and speaks with a...