The Devil’s Work

"Old friends find themselves seeing each other differently."

Michael was the first, and only, submissive I ever met in person.For my nineteenth birthday, he had been the one to buy me my first car. It was a goal I'd never thought I'd reach with a submissive, but one...

Contemplating life and pondering my pleasures, I see my need to be needed,My desired to be desired. And yet my longing is to snuggle In the arms of a lover,To become one with her, To rest in her presence Not running away. To cherish each moment here now...

Free to submit your desire

"Your desire to be mine"

 Mine!You are mine Mine because you submit  Submit your soul Submit your willSubmit to be free  Free your soul to meFree your mind to me Free your desires to me  Desire for my loveDesire for my lust Desire for my spankings  

Winter Formal

"I take the new girl to Winter Formal."

This is a work of fiction. The times and places are real. The characters are based on real people. The activities described herein are totally the product of my vivid, warped imagination.DECEMBER 16, 1965.I walked up to the door, and just...

A tiny clench of the stomach,Confirming that - The 'look' is returnedMouths, gasp open across a crowded room.The sudden glance awayAfraid, not wanting to blush -An inner smile triggersThe earthquake on luscious lips.Too shy to pursueTo see if - A few steps...

No Other Place

"Our passion stirred"

 When I think of her, my heart burnsWhen I think of her, my cock stirsWhen my heart burns and my cock stirs I have no other thoughts to yearnWhen she dreams, her mind does glowWhen she thinks, her core does flow When...

We did it all for love....After winter's first breath exhaleslike the softest phantom pain,something brought you back to medown in the valley where no oneremembers what we have lost,no one remembers our names in slow motion corteges of bodiesand endless shimmering...

A gift from afar

"The beauty of the season is in one's heart"

A carpet of pure snow flakes do here lieAmong the grass, icy dew dissolves,The fractals, each one unique and fleetingColours, a prism in which the light evolves A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yieldsHark! His winter song, his feathers are rentBlood...