
equilibrium
you’re touching
me, calloused
firm fingers
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
you’re touching
me, calloused
firm fingers
It was such a beautiful night. We sat outside by the water, the ocean breeze cooling my nerves.
Read MoreRead MoreFrom forehead on the mat to tip toe balancing, I was transfixed by the sight of her beautiful suffering.
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass
I wonder if you’re
standing down
or sitting up
Should we be toe to toe,
or back to back?
I dwell in embodied desires. I’m a sensualist. I enjoy feeling things – feelings and things. Feeling on things, like you, for example. I like the texture of you and that dangling participle between your thighs.
Read More“We both have what we both crave,” he says as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
I open my mouth to receive him. His finger bends slightly to meet the warmth of my tongue. I suck, my eyes never leaving his.
Read MoreI can’t help looking at my past pleasures and thinking they were the best it will ever get.
Read MoreA sanctuary in Thailand where you really want to kiss him, touch him, love him. But you can’t out of respect for the monks, the chapel, the sacred grounds.
Read MoreIn my younger years desire would call out to me. And I, a puppy greyhound, could not turn away from the pull. I would touch myself in ways that felt good instinctively. No one taught me to do it, I just stumbled upon my bliss. I remember bringing myself close to orgasm and stopping before going over the edge. Back then it seemed too powerful, too all-consuming. So edging was my jam.
Read MoreWith the decade of my twenties almost behind me, I find myself reflecting on the men I’ve encountered along the way. There have been great guys, mediocre guys, and Ivan the Terrible. After each problematic man I remember thinking, “damn I wish someone warned me about guys like that…” Read More
No strings. No commitment. No cuddling after.
Read MoreI tried to play it cool, but when I learned the circumference of his cock, I was dripping hot, wild, and raging. Thick like a wrist I’d eagerly stretch for. Looking at you alone is enough, but your face buried in my pussy like a mango? FUCK. My favorite is when you look up and say “tell me where my tongue goes.” Commanding and demanding, what you do to me my demented mind never dreamed.
Read MoreI’m not temptation, nor a side dish; I’m a fucking delicacy! Read More
As Patrick’s face inched closer to the wet fabric, a heightened sense of alertness washed over him. Running her hands through his hair, Eve looked down at him and bit her lips. Her stomach muscles tightened and her senses sharpened. The room brightened as his kiss landed on the velvety softness of her inner thigh. She bit her lip and he, watching her, swore he felt her teeth on him. Read More
I can’t wait to have his hands all over my body. His sensational skin gliding over mine. Global wetness with more bounce at every ounce. I can’t wait to be spoiled Read More
It’s been some time that we’ve
been apart, but we are not here to talk.
We have catching up to do. Read More
Lay
Beside Read More
It was one of those friendships that started out of mutual association.
A gnawing obligation