My Greatest Weakness

"Sixty-nine words on sixty-nine"

Feeling the sex outside of me,Licking her splitting precipice.My greatest strength is receivingThe gift of my greatest weakness.Eating the fruit of life,Drinking her living elixir.Turning between the two,Sensing the love and pleasure.Blowing the mind of man,Sucking his royal scepter.Tasting the...

Opening The Marriage: The Massage, Chapter 3

"Erin gets more than she bargained during an erotic massage"

Erin was feeling a little guilty about the long weekend without the kids.  She and Luke had such a good time with their leisurely morning of sleeping in, a sexy shower together, and amazing sex.  Then came the long and...

My Christmas Feast

"To taste and see how good she can be"

She craves rulesstructureaccountabilityShe finds securityin our routines and ritualsSo I lay her on my bedwrapped her like a presentin twists of red satin ribbonand velvet blissHer boughs securedI practised my topiaryThen smotheredand covered her naked bodymy sweet temptation,a decadent symphonyof...

Hidden Flower

"The flower that men desire most of all."

There is a flower with seductive beauty,That it mostly remains unseen.Such exquisite beauty it displays,That casts a spell o’er many a being.Mostly observed in solitary pose,Men aspire to see one as oft they can.They seek out the female flower,To admire...

Niharika: The Recovery

"Maybe my orgasm while drinking tea didn’t come off ‘too soon’ – maybe it just meant I had more time with my new lover."

When we arrived in Niharika’s bedroom, she released my hand, bypassing the light switch and instead flicking on the lamp in the corner. Her thumbs skittered over her lit-up phone display for a few seconds, after which I noticed something...

My Touch

"To touch and to taste"

Let me touch you slowlyas yesterday fadesI can feel you looking at meand my soul is baredI don't know how or whybut you touch mein ways that are unfathomableLet me kiss you all the wayIn tense parts deep I lickTouching...

The Lick of Love

"I clearly remember how she possessively held it firmly in her delicate hand and how I liked watching her do it."

It has been fifty years, yet I never forgot a single detail. After work, every Friday, we secretly met in our favourite hidey-hole behind the post office. I clearly remember how she possessively held it firmly in her delicate hand...