Performing on Command

"She only pees when I tell her she can, no matter how desperate she is"

“You mean to say she only pees when you tell her she can?” I nodded, taking a sip from my drink, ignoring the jealous glances from those around me. “What if she’s desperate?” “Watch. Grace, come over here.” We watched...

Strictly Wetting

"A dancer on a live TV dance off, desperate to pee but due to perform now!"

Emma froze, immobile on the dance floor as her worst fear came true. The silence was total. The audience, just a few seconds before cheering and clapping were as still as statues. None of them could believe what they were...

I knew you wanted more than strawberry ice-cream

"The desperation for him begins at dinner, only it turns out he's more desperate for me."

My story begins with us going to dinner. We have the most delicious meal, which tantalises each taste bud and satisfies our hunger. Dessert is your favourite, a simple strawberry icecream. I watch you enjoying it thoroughly but it doesn't...

Conquest of Love

"The bitter conflict of love, loss, betrayal, and love fought for."

I have been laid open,Exposed for all to see The scar tissue of my heartThat forms your name.For only you could penetrateMy impregnable defense,And rip from my soulThe burning forever flame.Your wiles, your smiles,Your lustful kisses, your whispers That called...

Heather Picks the Photos

"Heather had to pick the prints but Connie was there and not happy because of Danielle"

When last we saw Heather, she and Danielle had been together with me on a photography trip and an unplanned marathon sex session. It was time to review the pictures I took. I was to be at her place at...

Flesh of the Distant Storm

"the storm is far away but still affects life and love"

The rhythm ofstormy surf meeting shorematches the beat of my heartas your handseeks out all my secrets.Your tonguepaints a starry nightover wet, shivering fleshas my legs spreadin welcome.My body begsfor the release you offer.Gauzy curtainsblowing in the heated breezecannot disguise...

Not Enough

"lonely masturbating female poem"

I sit here alone,Aching for you.Aching and so desperately wanting your cock in my pussy.But you can't.I rock my hips forward and back, wanting you here, right now.Ohhh, the wetness of my pussy has never been this bad.I rub my...