Breakfast In Bed.

"A quick morning poem, true to one of my most used and favourite styles."

Laid, keen, thick thighs ajar, labia splayed,like puffy baked goods with honey cream, sweet fondant, white and addictive, alluring, leering with eyes rolling in the humid fold,a cold tongue on flesh controls the gasps,huffed breath— warm skin pricked;heavy breasts, loose...

A Visit From St. Nicholas (The Naughty Version)

"My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for this version of his classic poem..."

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,We were fucking like rabbits, both pissed on the Grouse.My stockings were strewn on the back of a chair,And my legs were akimbo, both feet in the air.My husband was fucking...

Mom, Continued

"Our love affair deepened quickly as we shared ourselves."

TimothyThe sun was setting as we were once again in the missionary position shortly after our recent orgasms. I rolled Mom on top of me as I worked to even out my breathing.In between soft kisses, Mom suggested, "Shall we...

Chapter Thirty-ThreeWhile Grace and Mac were packing for their weekend beach getaway, Michael Stone filed the paperwork requiring Alice King to submit to prenatal DNA testing.Alice’s lawyer, Dennis Conrad, seemed to have minimal experience in such matters. His interactions with...