"To my sexy silver fox"
“You know me, I don’t make a big deal out of my birthdays.”“And you know me, how I think that’s just fucking boring!”So I made the best cake he could ever waste on his unsophisticated taste buds and served it...
"I will ride your sword from hilt to tip."
Hips and lips hover above Sexcalibur. I wait;and watch your facedrink me in. Expectation,of silken contact, wherever it be.Your breath hushed, waiting… Straddled across your hips,silken lips fleetinglybrush against Sexcalibur, coaxing a slight tremor. Damp lips spread, caressing hilt to tip with slick lust. A recoil from tip to hilt reveals...
"After a bit of reflecting...."
Perhaps I wentA little too farBut touch me notKeep me in a jarBy the doorWaiting for moreIs it rightOr am I wrongTo sit and humThat silly songIn my headAfter all I readI hate to admitYou may be rightWith you in...