"A man haunted by the memory of a lost love finds solace and torment in erotic dreams."
As the night descends, your loneliness consumes you. The empty bed feels vast and cold without her warmth beside you. You toss and turn, sheets tangling around your legs as memories of her touch haunt your dreams.Her photograph sits on...
"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...
"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...
"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...
"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...
"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...
"When a man wants a woman..."
Sultry eyes and sensuous lips beckon me closer. With curves in all the right places, this alluring creature offers herself to me.Moving to her, I sit and watch as she purrs and moans, gyrating her hips as my cock begins...
"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...
"In caution, another form of bondage."
sometimes I am sick with needfor touch, for cock. I shake, fever-hotbetween sheets, my own handsproviding pleasurebut never enough. I cravebindings, the blindfold,pinching clampsand the message you sendat 3 AM: I can give you what you wantbut by dawn's weak beamsI...
