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

Angela – Part Three – Fanny

"Infidelity or what?"

We had been in Paris for a few days and become lovers. Angela was an amazingly exciting lover and I was on a distinct high when I got home. Cloudsley, my cat, was aloof and distant when I got back....

My Favorite Night Part 1

"The fun that can spark for an overworked man returning home late."

I arrive home late, really late. I see that the lights around the house are all off except the front porch light. I curse under my breath knowing you are gonna be mad at me. I loosen my tie I...

Angela – Part Two – Breakfast in Bed

"The second night in Paris"

My boss, Angela and I had become lovers during a business trip to France. It had always been a rule of mine never to mix work and romance but in her case the two were inseparable. She was a fabulous...