The Amber Strand

"An elegy for a lost love"

Restless, ever restless, I rise at dawn,drawing apart the dark draperies.A copper filament, a fiery flashcaught by the summer sunrise,suspended from the couch cushion,lingers listlessly, lamenting a lost love.How long has it lain, hopelessly hidden,whispering notions that would happen no...

The Top Bunk

"College guy fingers his girlfriend in the top bunk at her dorm room"

Class let out as it was a little past 9 PM. I had a pep in my step as I strolled down the dreary university halls. I passed by the many bulletin boards plastered with student adverts for everything from...

Betrayal From My Ex With His Bestie, Tina

"A poetic unraveling of desire, betrayal, and the quiet intimacy of being replaced."

I noticed it firstin the pauses.How her hand lingered on your armHalf a breath too long,How your smile shifted—Softened—Like a door left ajar.Tina.Your best friend.The woman who knew your coffee order,Your childhood fears,The shape of your laughterWhen it slipped loose.I...

#12: Fire Tiger

"100 words, 100% true!"

Her emerald eyes widen in disbelief. “You took three Viagras last night?”“Well, they’re low-dose. I could’ve taken five.”“Five? What are they, children’s aspirin?”I suck her dynamite tits and manhandle her hot pussy until she climaxes, before getting my dick involved....

#10: Apricot Tart

"100 words, 100% true!"

Sucking her pale nipples, stretching them taut—“Harder.”Clamping my teeth behind my lips, biting down—“Harder!”Grazing my wrist against her sunburst stubble, rubbing her juicy slit—“Oh, yeah.”Burying my face in her sweet pussy—“You can be a little rougher down there,” she gasps.Banging...

#9: Pump and Dump

"100 words, 100% true!"

We agreed on being friends with cuddles but occasionally revert to friends with benefits.“I’m not horny anymore,” she admits, “But I know I said we’d have sex tonight.”“So…”“You can do a pump and dump,” she smirks.Mounting her missionary style, I...

Dark Glory

"college biracial beginnings"

We were both transfers. She was a year older—more experienced, louder, more knowledgeable… more playful, or so I thought. I’d been a bit down because things hadn’t worked out with the girl I was into, and Cindy was a friend...