I want to fuck her in the sunshine, on warm soil, knees and hands blackened with fragrant earth, the pale, soft, faces of the strawberry flowers looking on. I want to smell the tiny, sweet berries crushing beneath us. I want to lay under the curtain of her red-gold hair and feel the crushing…
Just unplug your mind, Doll, and listen to my voice. Close those heavy eyes and part those pretty lips, sweet-licked and glossy. Touch yourself, yes, like that, and drag your fingernails across your nipples. You know you want to be my dumb Baby, don’t you? My empty headed, pretty thing to tease and touch and…
“It starts,” she said, her lips achingly close to my ear, “Right here.” She snaked her arms around me from behind and her palms pressed into my solar plexis. She began to slowly stamp her foot, tapping my abdomen to the beat, the tempo increasing, an undercurrent of Spanish guitar conjured up by imagination. dun…
Anton watched his lover sleep, leaving the bed momentarily to open the window and let in the warm night air. The buzz of neon from the bar sign downstairs was soothing, vaguely reminiscent of crickets in grass; it lent white noise and a pale pink glow to the room. His lover du jour slept heavily,…
It’s a savage dance, not for the faint of heart. He: Bound by rope and duty, limbless in limbo. She: Delicate spider, spinning threads of slippery fantasy and supple jute The more the rope gnaws at him the more he comes undone, knowing she will bide her time and bind his mind, that she will…
The heat is unrelenting tonight, painful and delicious in its own way. I want to put on that song, you know which one, play it on repeat and melt ice cubes against each other’s bodies while the drinks slow down our kisses and the sun gets really low and heavy in the sky. I want…