"Silmaria reflects on bitter sweet memories and sexual beginnings."
Master Edwin IronWing’s study smelled of oak and wood polish, and leather and old vellum. It was a spacious, open room. A huge window took up the north-facing wall, staring out over the planting fields to the north. In the...
"romantic verses, forgotten and rediscovered, linked like the beads of a bracelet..."
1 To see a stone face, expressionless break into tear and shake, with unexpected end in sight near, sad to leave, and scared of what is to come above reason, just feeling alone aware of what has gone before, of...
"Sometimes, things are just meant to be"
When I first kissed my soul mateThe world spun around meIt was just fateEven if it sounds cliche After many years had passedThings started to unravelI always thought we would last Soul mates to the endI searched for a new...
"A sexual fantasy is coming to life."
Previously: “Tell me sexy, what’s your deepest darkest sexual fantasy?” “Oh, you’ll never believe it if I told you,” I say laughing freely. “Try me,” he says, with a wink. I move us over to a more secluded part of...
"The Lovers' Weekend has reached its final night ..."
I don’t know how long we slept. It might have been five minutes or five hours. But we woke together with our eyes fluttering open and gazing into each other’s and the steam from our lust was still there. We...
Do you know, That my memories, Began since, I met you? Since I first, Heard your words, Your character engraved in my mind! Your view, Remembered well... And your lips, For the first time kissed. Do you know, That I...
"In gothic boudoirs throughout the land, monsters are created from the corpses of former lovers"
Break the sod and shovel through the wormy loam Crack the casket lid and take my lover home Cut away the flesh and sinew, hack the bone Slap the slab and pierce the jigsaw till it's sewn * Search the...
I listen to the house, nothing I might as well face it, he's gone No more will I see his launching blue eyes Or his white hair shining When the light hits it No more of his smiling face I...
"Black PVC and a sliver of diamond resurrect singular first-time memories"
I remember everything single thing about it. The squealing windscreen wipers on the bus, slightly out of sync, one completing seven cycles to the other's six. Condensation streaking down my window, collecting in the rubber seal then sloshing out whenever...
