"Not usually the sub, he must take a step back and learn to obey the orders of his wife."
To say it was warm would be an understatement. It was June fifth and the first of many nights that would inevitably be spent in a constant layer of sweat. The windows were open, letting the droning of cicadas filter...
"The good earth, the boundless sky..."
O, love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me.--Walt Whitman, The Sleepers Wednesday was the last day of my little lawn service business. It was like so many other days in that summer of 1979, hot and close, the...
"Mary is struggling to write an erotic lesbian story but gets help from her neighbour - or does she?"
“Damn,” she shouted to herself as her middle finger hit the delete key on her MacBook. She had spent the whole night trying to write her first lesbian erotic story for publication on the RedSite, which she had joined to...
"It was a summer none of them would forget..."
Alexa rolled over, the crisp white sheet dropping away and exposing the long length of her bronzed back. Her glossy black hair curled against her smooth skin, and her toned muscles moved easily as she stretched out to turn the...
"Just as the title says this is my fourth trilogy of love, love, love for your reading enjoyment."
1. Love Sweet Love.love sweetloveis so elusive.so damnhard to holdon to.lose your gripand shewill slipawayandmakea foolofyou.let downyour guardfor justa momentand shewill stealaway.set freefromselfishboundariesshe'sthe devil'schildat play.love sweet loveis notexclusive.what's a human beingtodo?turn aroundfor justa momentshewill disappearfrom view.yetwhen theright onecomes alongshewill ruleyour...
I have never classified myself as bi or gay or anything like that. I don't feel I need to. I like who I like and that's that. I had a boyfriend for two years and things didn't work out. I've...
I loved her dearly, And, With each passing spring the time went by with a lazy, careless ease. In March, the westerly wild winds roared and howled, Bringing her closer with each passing storm. "Love me," she chanted, "Want me,"...
"When you grow weary I'll find you a bed"
In the mellow warm amber of evening's late sun,Like the verdant green vines that round the trunks run,Under a cherry tree in secluded cool shadeOur bodies will weave a labyrinthine braid.Of slow moving limbs that seek only to findCurious hands of...
