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The twins of pleasure / pain

too many often seek pleasure as if it would be, could be, is, the cure for pain they are fundamentally wrong Advertisements


At night, I think of her…the sharp sickle curve of her body Continue reading

A human woman

People have written odes, arias, even operas for me Thrown at my feet their bodies and souls in effort for my favor

Walking along the sidewalks

This weekend, I took an early morning walk with a friend. We traversed streets and avenues, deep in conversation about “serious things” of which there is often little active public forum in which to discuss. Our bodies, our heads, were bowed towards each other, intent upon the speaking and the listening, aware of even the … Continue reading


I enter the bedroom, lit only by a sliver of light peeking through a misaligned shade and I am frozen by the sight of you, a dark blanket made of night slung over your hips and slipped off your shoulder to reveal the glowing curve of your breast and the hint of a pebbled edge…


She found the word “exquisite” to be exciting. Each syllable building upon the last: the setup, the action, the exhalation of satisfaction. “You,” she said, “I find you to be exquisite. You, a complete scene of desire. You, a personification of passion.”

Letters to You: Unreserved

Darling Heart, How I long to hear your voice again, to feel its lush, dulcet tones stroke my starving ears. The world hasn’t the right frequencies, you know? Hasn’t the right way of reaching in and turning my head, forcing me to attention and to intense interest and desire. No, haven’t found anything in it … Continue reading

The making of a goddess

I saw you at the sink and wanted to pull you close to me, to draw the suds up and cup your breasts, to dip my hands down and cup you low, to feel the warmth and the heat, to tease you and open you up before I made you come, shuddering against me, pressed … Continue reading


I once took hold of you from behind. I kept your powerful thighs open with my own legs, slipped my fingers into your spread pussy, pulled and rolled and pinched your blood-swollen nipples, bit the nape of your neck just to the side, and like an expert cellist broke every string of your soul until you … Continue reading

Just a taste

“Taste me”, you said to me and so I did.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

April 2018
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