"With apologies to Robert W. Service who wrote The Shooting of Dan McGrew”."
A ribald poem -Dangerous Dan McGrew They were whooping it up At Yukon Halls A guy by the juke box Was scratching his rusty balls A man named Pete had his hand On the cunt of a girl named Sue...
"Concluding a full week of daily sexual adventures"
Kat and Cyrano Chapter 9: A Full Week of Passion and Joy The next morning, Wednesday, on the trolley ride into downtown, we talked about how we nearly got caught on that shopping mall stairwell that Tuesday morning. We had...
"Shelley and Cal celebrate ten years after first making love in Paris - Part deux."
Our first evening back in Paris after ten years ended with Shelley and me entertaining passersby with our love making on our balcony and going to bed, falling asleep naked in each other’s arms. I awoke late on Sunday morning...
Candles flicker in the dark, Casting shadows on my naked skin. I can hear your breath in the silence, You want to hear every gasp, every moan, That escapes my quivering lips. I can smell the lemon verbena Drifting through...
"Sept 26, 2008: Eric slips into me at LAST! Purrrrrrrrrr!!!"
That Friday (Sept. 26, when I returned from my business trip on the other side of the country) will always be a special date for me. Maybe even more special than family birthdays. Because it was my first of many...
"I go out of town on business; Eric I share our erotic dreams with each other"
Chapter 4: Absence Makes Our Lust Grow Hotter “This evening I need to pack for my cross-country business trip,” I continued my Sept. 23 email reply to Eric. “I'm going to leave for the airport about 6:30 tomorrow morning. We’ll...
"Our first sexual encounter was exploring each other in a public park."
Chapter 3: Splendor in the Grass Tuesday morning, September 23, we had only enough time to spend half an hour exploring each other in the park, on the grass, hidden from public view by several bushes and trees, before we...
"Eric and I were exchanging naughty emails as foreply to our first time."
Chapter 2: Naughty EmailsWe started off our emails a little too tame, maybe out of nervousness. But in one of his early emails, dated Friday Sept 19, he became bolder, and he really thrilled me. He wrote in reply to...
The song she sings belongs to him The voice she listens to as he writes The light that shines her darkest night One verse, a few words of his pen Sets her fire ablaze, without shame She lifts her dress, fingers roam, slide within Reading his thoughts, his desire for her She trembles, whimpers, letting go Back arched, legs open, fingers busy The flow of hot lust between her thighs A swollen bud teased ,wet ,throbbing In a frenzy to feed his hunger as she reads A harmony of notes she creates While fingers plunge deeper into warmth Colors she sees, body tenses, eyes half closed Shudders that ache as she tries her best To read the words that begin to dance Vision blurred, in a daze, a gasp Biting her lips, moaning with need His words for her are unique They are just for her to see Enjoying this moment, every word A gift for her, the one he holds always close Lava explodes as she screams A trio of naughty fingers play As she reaches the final act of his wicked tale Smiling, spent and very pleased
