When I touch myself and think of you it’s gentle, curious, soft. I imagine how you’d relish my body
Primavera
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot stop Spring from coming.” – Pablo Neruda
Lean Into It
Pain is the twin-flame of clarity. Lean in, be cleansed.
Shattered
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” — T.S. Eliot –…
Would-be Pornographers
Ralph and I have been discussing and debating making some real, honest to goodness porn so as we discussed it over morning coffees today, I sucked his cock and snapped some pics. We know that we’d have fun making pornography. The question is: would anyone else want to see it? Click the…
Virtual Cuddles and Other Hungers
We talk about cuddling a lot, which isn’t surprising. Conversation tends to veer towards the simple pleasures when you’re far apart and wishing you could touch each other. We talk about sexy stuff too, but to be honest, the cuddle chats are really my favourite. They aren’t always PG-13 and they often lead to more…
Shadow-Self Self Love
“Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It’s pain, It’s pleasure, Leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
Surrendering to Your Siren Song
Sunday morning has been spent dreaming of the quiet “ooooooh” of passion and release, lips pursed, then parted; thighs clenched, then spread. You’re on my mind, you’re under my skin. Click the kiss below to see more sins and sinners