No strings. No commitment. No cuddling after.Continue reading “STFU: Be Quiet”
I 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.Continue reading “King Black”
I’m no longer fucking ugly men. Unless you ignite a fire in my gut, a storm in my panties, the conversation is over. You’re not allowed to “grow on me.”Continue reading “The Trouble with The Chase”
I’m not temptation, nor a side dish; I’m a fucking delicacy! Continue reading “Not Temptation”
I greet you with wonder,
like a poem that breathes. Continue reading “Bamboo”
More than anything, we’re starved for hope right now.
After finally making my way back to my body, boldly finding power in pleasure, again I’m forced to step out of myself. I’m reminded of my blackness and the presumption of guilt and inferiority this society assigned to me. Continue reading “Desecrate & Dissociate”
I traced my finger tips against the warmth of her lips before I kissed herContinue reading “Gentler Warmth”
With the Covid crisis in full swing, lone wolf Cath is forced to quarantine with displaced family members. Living with others is totally new to Cath, who usually stores lube like coasters on all her side tables. Sixteen days in, she’s desperate for an orgasm. Uninterrupted pleasure has been elusive with others constantly around. She decides to go to her car for a quickie.The quickie turns into a long, sensuous exploration of self as her excitement heightens and pent up desire pours out.Continue reading “A Desire that Hasn’t Been Named”
The title is so relevant to our current sentiment, but this is a TV show I found on Netflix. Produced in the UK, and adopted from a graphic novel of the same name, the show is about two teens who run off together. Girl likes boy. Boy wants to kill girl. It’s dark and twisted and quite funny at times. Continue reading “The End of the F***ing World”
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. Continue reading “Office Heat, 4”
it’s like there’s a fire
in your gut, but Continue reading “the great escape”
Every day is a struggle. Noah always finds a reason to chat with me, tiny ways to touch. Continue reading “Every Second A Sin”
”Does it quiet your mind?” she asked. Continue reading “CBT”
He sat at the edge of the bed with his back towards me. Upset. I could feel it in the air. Tension and stiffness everywhere but the place he wanted it most. He looked down at the flaccid meat between his thighs with disgust. I felt sorry for him, but he would not accept the comfort I tied to provide.
For the life of me I cannot remember the last time I fucked someone and really really wanted it. Continue reading “Killing Me Softly”
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 Continue reading “Thursday Nights”
I’m so disillusioned with porn. Continue reading “Sick & Tired”
I have better dreams
when I lay with you Continue reading “Dreams”
I just finished You. The second season seemed to take a slow start, so I turned it off mid way through the first episode. Continue reading “You, Season 2”
I was in the bath that night. The first time I had an anal orgasm. Continue reading “Bathtub”
It had been 10 long days apart from my man, and my body was delirious with want. His flight landed in Orlando and after a few hours of driving, he was at my door. His hair was cut lower than usual, his beard looked freshly trimmed, his ass nice and firm in his blue jeans, and the turquoise shirt he wore made him look like a colorful Instagram snack. Continue reading “Anticipation, Pt 1”
My pussy throbbed with every step he took toward me. I couldn’t stop looking at his perfectly proportioned face, his luscious lips, his gently shaved head. He wore a beard that I vowed to soak with my juices. Continue reading “Modern Romance, Pt 2”
I looked up from black lace
Who knew I could hate you
and fuck you still? Continue reading “Plan b”
Having attended a play party that gave me a peek into the lifestyle I’ve hungered for, yesterday I found myself wondering what’s next? Continue reading “What’s Next?”
Getting back into the dating scene was a bit intimidating, but since my hunger for dick and pussy was stronger than my fear of rejection I jumped on OK Cupid. The app was nothing like it was a couple years ago – swipe culture infected it. I went ahead and purchased the premium subscription so I could see who liked me and who messaged me. Even as an ‘A-Lister’ my prospects were limited. Continue reading “Modern Romance, Pt 1”
I look at myself without recognition.
Is this what I should be happy with now?
I’ve grown so much I feel less desirable,
yet I’m as miserable as I’ve always been. Continue reading “Round & Rising”
I’m gonna judge you
based on how you kissContinue reading “Reckless”
I’m not as sex driven as I once imagined. The truth is I could have a long distance relationship where we seldom have sex. One relationship in particular comes to mind – my time with Rick, the photographer from California. We met on Instagram. His breathtaking photos were always accompanied by bare bones poetry on some emotion. He made me feel even though he wasn’t beside me. Continue reading “Long D”
The last two were
mad at me
for not showing
them off to my friends Continue reading “Spiral”
Today was rough and easy.
I sold nothing. I ran hard.
Today I felt my body. I wept to feel it more. Continue reading “810”
I want to fuck & be fucked
Fucked out of my subconscious Continue reading “Consent”
It’s been some time that we’ve
been apart, but we are not here to talk.
We have catching up to do. Continue reading “No Words Wasted”
Things left unsaid still haunt me
I can’t shake this hatred Continue reading “Unsaid”
He teased me mercilessly Continue reading “Alpha Channeling”
will my sins never leave me?
Continue reading “Darkness”
I throw myself to the ground
hungry knees swallowed up
now that I know
you want me
to watch talk
from her lips
It’s the feeling I miss the most
the vulnerability of
earthquake and rain
I reached for you
in the dead of night
You sliced me open
It was one of those friendships that started out of mutual association.
A gnawing obligation
skyline orange, my heart
trails back to you. you and I
on the brighter side of the dark
I fear that being in a relationship for almost a year has brought too much comfort and complacency to my partner.
My aim is to no longer dream of my own destruction, for when I do I live in fear. And to live in fear is to stand still at the bottom of a Ferris wheel during a blood moon festival. To live in fear is to stand still at a November carnival. They come and go these opportunities to move. Yet year upon year I stay planted.
Right now you’re dancing
in spandex with some other girl
while I stand still. Delinquent
It’s been a while since I’ve had lube by my bedside.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt that fire inside.
Yell fire in a crowded
Theater. Trample my
Pussy. Stampede it
Who would have guessed that Dating Services would become a multibillion dollar a year industry? Nowadays we’re more desperate for love and companionship than ever before and with the Internet Revolution in full swing, finding a date is as easy as downloading an app and swiping right. Sadly, the dating ground is a mind-fuck of a mess littered with fuckboys, entitled men, and worse of all – insecure man child’s who need a submissive woman for validation. What’s a girl to do to get some good dick, companionship, and possibly find love? I’ve come to the conclusion that dating older men is a great way to avoid all the bullshit that is modern day dating. Here are 5 reasons why you should date an older man.
When am I going to
See you and free you
When can I have your
I want to be
free of my exes
Kiss the lips
Our fatal attraction is common
What we have common is pain
The media is hyper-focused on creating fear, uncertainty, and doubt about what Brett Kavanaugh’s appointment could mean for Roe v. Wade and abortion rights. According to their narrative, women are fucked.
that night I wore a
royal blue neglige and
dagger heels to kill
I’m no longer his disciple
I’m Master now
For our first
Date we met
Up and fucked
I see you’re in South Korea right now
and I realize it could’ve been us
under the moonlight pressed for time
and pushing for it to be done
you puncture your own flesh
and pour tequila in your wounds
Come tear off my
on top of
Perplexed by the paralysis
of my tongue,
I want him pinned down,
He loved to feed me while feasting on me. I remember he ordered my favorite bacon and pineapple four corner pizza and invited me over for dinner. Upon entering his I noticed the table was prepared for me. There was a napkin, a wine glass, a bottle of my favorite wine, a packed bowl, and a lighter on the table. Of course I chose bud over wine. He took his best leather couch, a green one, out to the balcony for me to sit on while I inhaled my joy.
I’m very new to butt play, and for me it’s kind of like learning a new language. I’m not perfect at distinguishing what feels good or isolating specifics when something is inside me. But what I do know is I very much enjoy sensations on top of sensations, the more the better.
Darnell 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.
Forecasting my future, I told him “I don’t want kids. My work will be my legacy. My company will be my ba—”
“Fall in love with your customers, not your company!” Before I finished he began.
I pride myself on being a particularly sexual person. An adventurer, a group sex lover, and an agile performer who gets wet at the thought of outdoor sex where other people might see me. The only hang up I have around sex is when a male partner wants me to call him Daddy.
I drop my head,
close my eyes,
rub my eyelids,
exhale, and confetti
flares from my nostrils
Suddenly I was slipping
Take charge tendencies
There’s something magical in the
way music rearranges physics
With the right song, you can
exchange repressed reality
for waking moments in a vivid
I want a weekend of
smoke clouds, strong
flesh, and lust
In a culture of overconsumption where you’re constantly the target of ads being slung at you like piss in prison, Minimalism seems to be the perfect antidote for quelling our consumptive urges. But is Minimalism a realistic end, or just a fantasy that grips our attention until we buy into the next best thing? The Minimalist documentary and The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up book seemed like good places to find answers.
When you love
You are uniquely vulnerable
You lay claim to a man like
A queen claims a nation
There is nothing worse than hearing for weeks and weeks precisely how someone would like to fuck you then finding out they actually can’t perform. A recent partner had this detailed fantasy about tasting me in the shower then fucking me on all fours from behind.
I eat lots of fruit
I don’t want a lover
who is good on paper
She was one of the first roommates I had who I wasn’t attracted to. Not until the time I heard her. Her voice soaking with sounds the wall that separated our bedrooms.
I want you after the run
Your heart horse-racing
I’m an observer,
but I’m not judging
We don’t have any hobbies
like normal guy girl stuff
that we engage in
we just like to fuck
power animal is the brand
she faked it for so long
that it finally stuck
there’s no hiding
I shower at night
to prepare for our sins
It’s a quiet Sunday morning. The sun plunges in through the window, painting glow worms on your back. Shadows shift with your body, which jerks as you beat eggs. My eyes walk the teeth-marked train tracks trailing from the nape of your neck to your right shoulder.
All I need
is a little taste
to the eyeball
You’re unreal, so beautiful
I thought of you
while I took James Bull.
Meaningless sex doesn’t appeal to me
Sex for the sake of motion
Or worse, orgasms faintly felt.
Fiction to friction
Her moans like ribbons
Months after dismissing you
as purged from my brain
what if we could
I walk alone
beneath a drunken sky
When she touched me
My feet left the ground
By the end of the week Mr. Montgomery was present but absent, tirelessly thinking of Eve. “If work comes first when do I?” He was too transfixed to bother her about the proposal so Eve worked in blissful solitude, some days not leaving her office at all.
At first we were nectarine dreams and super
nova kisses soothing vacant
Everyone likes to feel
be the target of
The moment he holds you
like you can’t get close enough
is the beginning of good stuff
The moment you feel the magnitude
We look at each other
with a ruthless lust… I can’t
promise you anything, but
could my tender touch for
one night be enough? I’ve
I surf cacophonies of bliss
You roar beneath my kiss
I shift mountains with my gaze
Blindfold her with
I need to know her.
Taste her. Be beside her
as long as she allows it,
as long as the fire fuels us
Mr. Montgomery finally finds the strength to leave his chair. Still tormented by the encounter, he paces back and forth in front of his floor to ceiling office window. The legal ramifications alone of getting involved with a subordinate distress him. “Yes, the legal aspects, that’s it!” His dick grows harder. She has limited work experience, but her vision is captivating. Who is she to be making me feel this way? She is right though. I do want her. I want her at my mercy, on her knees before me. I want her to obey and admire me. I want to rip the slit at the back of her skirt and sit her down on my lap. I want her to water me.
He calls her in his office for the third time today. Arms crossed, ass slightly planted on the edge of his desk, he’s positioned in front of her intended seat.
Exasperated, she goes to him. She lingers in the doorway with one hand on the wall “Yes, Mr. Montgomery?”
My ears walk towards you to
taste this beat – tongue to neck,
nail to spine, we embrace.
It’s through experiences,
positive and negative,
that we feel most deeply;
I pushed him against the wall,
held his hands
above his head
Xena Warren sighs, bracing herself against the cold stall. Her almond eyes closed, head cocked toward the ceiling.
I’m so fucking close!
I could tell by the look of him
That I’d have him
Dream whore and the matador
From vascular migraine
to mind blowing orgasm
I felt the neurological flow
of life itself returning
Replenishing gaps in
She watched his jaw drop
open with an eager stare
Then she smiled at him
I long to empty my mind
Untangle its contents
like twisted silk thread
Darling, you’ve always looked
good in melancholy, but tonight
I need you naked for me
She needed more fire
So she built one under the
stars. Flames lighting the
“The water’s warm,” she calls from behind the curtain.
She’s facing the wall with her back arched under the stream.
I want your chaos in my veins,
your darkness in my mouth
My heart, it beats for you
One minute before midnight,
I could feel you on my skin
Goose bump covered tendrils