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August Third – Remnants of a Hot Day
Your cock aches to fit into me. You hold it in your fist; make me take it. I tell you all about how much I loved it, all about our last visit, all about our last bit of play, on … Continue reading
On the back of a receipt I pulled put of my pocket and stuck to your door with gum:
My dear darling, How could you ever believe I would want or settle for anything less than your complete and utter submission? I know what you’ve been up to. I know what you’re doing right now. I know the way … Continue reading
To Get Caught Up
The married men I’ve fucked, without divergence, have all been older than me, with beards. My therapist says it’s a Daddy issue, but my Father never had a beard in his life, and the idea of sleeping with him makes … Continue reading
I AM
I am the berry-red smear over your lips and between your legs. I am the salt musk behind your ear and between your legs. I am the defiance in her eyes. I am the acceptance in his heart. I am … Continue reading