My ink once freely flowed. Your cock burst the zipper to shower appreciation on my stories.Now, worldly stresses spank my fantasies, shooing them to my mind's darkest corners. I scribble a dribble. Then, a drabble. Alas, the well runs dry. Time passes. I rest my pen against my parched lips. Then, push...

Stillness

"The quiet before the storm"

You know that moment,the one where time stops. The one where the beatof a butterfly's wings lasts a lifetime. You know that moment,where night and day merge.Where right and wrong are fluid.Where pleasure and pain coexist.  You know that moment,when both of your...