Pickled in the Pickle by My Own Pickle

"How does a cucumber become a pickle? It goes through a jarring experience..."

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Mark And Christine

"It's complicated"

It was May 1990, quite early in Mark's life as a single man after his divorce. He'd been having fun with a woman ten years his junior, who had been a virgin when he'd first met her but wasn't anymore....

This Time Next Month

"I don't usually wish time to be fast forwarded..."

"I woke up with an overwhelming craving to be bent over someone's knees, spanked red and raw and fingered till I'm begging for release - just to be denied over and over again. Then when I really cannot take any...

Never Leaving, Never Staying

"David and Sarah are the best of friends and tortured lovers."

I was in the office, editing one of my articles when he arrived. It was mid-morning, so I wasn’t expecting anyone. I had been working vigilantly on an interview I had recently had with a local chef at the newest...

Rain Shadow

"But there is nothing more."

She ruined men. If they were lucky. She didn’t want a protector, handyman, or a sugar daddy. She wanted to fuck. Always.Her amorous ardour was raucous. She lived like a dance, her voice an intoxicating rhythm that filled whichever floor...

A Time To Sow

"I scheme to provide my gardener a fertile field in which to plant his seed, giving me the only thing my dear husband cannot..."

He wore only denim cutoffs and work boots, his powerful body slick with sweat; his shirt hung on the gate as he worked in my garden, oblivious to me watching from above. My mind on a flight of fantasy, touching...

I’ll Never…

"A Sonnet to a Virtual Lover"

I’ll never bring her roses damasked, white or red,Nor watch her blush responding to my kiss.;And never will I take my girl to bedFor night of love and passion, dream and bliss.I’ll never have her tremble in my armsI'll never...

The Power Of My Pen

"when the depth of longing is powerful"

She can find mein my poems,When she cravesmy erect penduring her dayand in her nightsShe may look for mein the noir veil of the fog,But I am onsome foreign shoreShe isdominatedby a powerful lustThat she can’t controlWhile she weepsshe isWaitingPiningFor...