He would get so mad, so uncharacteristically mad sometimes. I would look past it only because why am I tending to this man? This man who has made it very clear, crystal clear that this is simply a fair exchange. So what purpose would me healing wounds do? It’s been years. Some soft. Some hard.… Read More Lovers mistakes.
All day I’ve been wanting your hands all over me. I could feel them moving underneath my shirt and around my waist. Your hands there to just lift me up and bring me back down slowly. I could hear you in my ear whispering my favorites as my legs began to spread, ready for firm… Read More After the rain.
I left the windows open last night because I wanted to listen to the rainstorm. It carried on all the way into the early morning with soft rumbles and flashes of light across the sky. It kept calm and was respectful enough to let me sleep last night. Subtle sounds of raindrops creating melodies against… Read More Rain.
I get super horny and start fantasizing about all the naughty things I could do. With lovers. Sharing kisses with midnight skies. Creating new shapes with candles being poured. It’s tender and lustful with lovers. They only feed the desire. With him. It’s a satisfying type of hunger being cured. A mouth empty begging to… Read More Contigo…
And mountains. And peaks. That rise and sway. That move and speak. The Valley between each mountain and peak runs wild, especially when the full moon affects the tides. Waters become rough and furious, there’s a strong current ready to pull those near and far into the downward spiral that is woman. I am woman… Read More There are levels…
I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the sound of a man’s moan as much as yours. The raw footage of the combination of you and I, lives to forever tease the memory. To know that at once, the way we existed, the liberation of our inhibitions, allowed for our bodies to meet. There’s always been… Read More Letters to my lovers: Once we were
Big. Chocolate kisses. Overwhelming. But they were soft. So much to kiss. So much to feel. Playful licks between kisses. They were feeding parts of me. Leaving me filled. What lies between the lips of lovers. Their juiciness. Wholly tasting me. Savoring. I can still feel them. Their fullness. Their engulfing mannerisms. Down my neck.… Read More Just a few of my favorite things.