I can ripple through one season but never touch the others,keep their curious shapes as indescribable strangers once the snow begins to melt.You must never let them cling to me,they would be surrogates to you that I may never be...
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Cala de Sirena – Joy’s Birth
"Don and Angel prepare for the birth of their daughter."
Author's Note: This is part of my Cala de Sirena series. This story occurs between Cala de Sirena and Return to Cala de Sirena, for those who might question the time line, though I wrote it after the two mentioned....
It matters not if I am far from youMy pulse increases at the mere thought of youBeads of perspiration collect on my browPalms getting warmer as blood begins to boilImagine the touch, your fingers scraping my skinHeightens all of my...
A Poem for You
"He writes a poem ..."
I wanted to write a poem for you. I've never written one before. I've seen that little book you keep, the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words. I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of...
Not Wanting To Get out of Bed
"Just stay here with me"
I don't want to get out of bed today, Lets just lay here and say 'I Love You.' We can delight each other in many ways,Everyday our love feels brand new. I love to just hold you tight,Feel your arms...
Stacy’s Submission ~ Chapter 3
"Becca introduces Stacy to Miss Cara and things begin to get a little interesting."
Becca shows Stacy to a table in the middle of the restaurant. It's not too busy today, but enough people are around to make Stacy feel a little uneasy. She sits down, trying to quell the sharp butterflies in her...
Mahia, The Slut Girlfriend – Part 1
"Bukkake in front of my Boyfriend"
I am Mahia, 20 years old from Bangladesh and I become a crazy little whore every once in a while. This one is such a night. Drunk and wasted, Sathil pushed me against the walls of the stranger’s washroom, his...
Sometimes the world is not enough, Sometimes a house is not a home, Material things don't count at all, When people exist with no joy. Empty hearts bleed little hope, No love or feeling runs through veins, A shadow cast...
Its dark, 4 AM, and I am drinking again. Trying to wipe her away. Sitting in the gloomy shadows, Not a sound to be heard, but the memories of her, tick around in my head, like some movie playing on...