It had been more than 20 years since they had laid eyes on each other in person. But thanks to the magic of social media, and their shared “friend status” all of the major highlights of each other’s lives had been shared and it felt like they never lost touch. He replied to one of … More Reunion
He wanted to feel my hands pulling on his locs As he was face down and my pussy up His beard gripped thigh tight He imprinted me Drawing his brand with his tongue Across my lips Across my clit Across my slit Drinking from the key of life Until he was as bulletproof as his … More Branded
I want to Ink my name across your lips Imprint my love across your chest Transcribe my soul across your dick
He sent the picture as a joke. A reminder of the term, shibari, she had taught him yesterday about the art of rope tying. But she saw it and her brain snapped. It was all she could think of that red rope wrapped around her wrists and breasts while he toyed with his tongue around … More Triggered
Hey babe. Not to brag, but did you know my pussy has super powers? My pussy is the lazarus pit healing you, restoring you and giving you immortality that you may rise again and again and again. When you wake up, yesterday is just yesterday because my pussy was the spark to create the fire … More Invincible
It took about 32.53 seconds after the call disconnected for her to realize her life shifted permanently and she would always be after and no longer before. And was that call really 37 mins and 17 seconds? Would the omens not leave her alone? 3, 17? Could these numbers hold any more significance for her? … More Unguarded Thoughts
I hope this evokes something for you He saw her in a light blue summer dress that was modest enough in this heat and thought “I love her smile” but never thought beyond that. After all, they were both in yet a third country neither one of them lived in (because flights were a … More Lose Control
Every imprint left leaves an ability to create new memories and reshape my synapses to fire in a rhythm with the pulse of your breath as it becomes slower and deeper As your breathing shifts from images created by my words vibrating to an orgasm imagined, but unfulfilled.
When discussing sexuality, this is the area where I see the least amount of authenticity. Men and women unable to ask for what pleases them because they are afraid of judgement or of violating some of society’s rules. I have seen this both ways. I mean how many women have I seen shame men because … More A Few Thoughts on Sexuality
You never professed that I was yours Never made my protection part of your daily engagement I was the black bag spinning around the carousel Everybody checking, turning me over and flipping me around to see if I belonged to them Belonging to everybody and nobody Never claimed
Wandering & Wondering 