
Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
I didn’t cum this morning. The hustle has disrupted my routine, the hustle I do for someone else’s dream.
Read MoreDarnell ignited a fire in me that I forgot I possessed. His body against mine felt devine. Elegantly sculpted, firm, young, agile. He laid lust and raw energy on my lips when he kissed me. I was so consumed by my desire for him that my hands found their way to his muscular glutes and up under his gray sweater, fighting, aching, desperate to feel the warmth of his flesh.
When you love
You are uniquely vulnerable
You lay claim to a man like
A queen claims a nation
Meaningless sex doesn’t appeal to me
Sex for the sake of motion
Without emotion
Faked orgasms
Or worse, orgasms faintly felt.