“Well I think it’s absolutely disgusting. Isn’t that right, Jerald?” Mrs Jenkins asserts, poking her husband in the ribs when he doesn’t respond immediately. Jenna conceals the smirk on her face, clearly being able to read Mr Jenkins thoughts; it’s obvious that his first feeling towards the erotic art collection is one of envy and…
Crux – (Something that torments by its puzzling nature.) Your enticement causes excitement.A temptation that generates stimulation.Your game of seduction a true dramatic production.Simple flirtation, turns into collaboration.Alluring to me, you are, I know your intentions are impure.Remaining a mystery, trying to understand through your creativity. Jenna can almost hear the lecherous cries emanating from…
Damn it’s hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it’s really hot when you step outside and it’s so bad it pisses you off. A car drives by, windows down with their music blaring. Thanks jerk-wad for…
I see him everywhere, I don’t know his name or who he is but I seem to catch a gaze of that same man almost everywhere I go. It can be on my bus I get to university, in the park when I go running, at the local shops and sometimes even at the library….
I was completely submerged in water, the only part of me that was sticking up was the top of my head and my nose so that I could breath. It was so warm my head span even though I was lying down but the weak feeling was welcomed by my hot body that writhed beneath…
She had never done anything like this before, though she had imagined it many times. She had no choice but to admit to herself that she found the idea erotic, though she could never admit that to her husband. It might seem strange to say that she had no choice, but the inevitable arousal of…
Posing Ties Your hands are above you as you pose for me. It’s a difficult one to hold, but after me complementing you on it you were insistent that be one of the poses I draw you in. As fine as your form is, I am caught between trying to hurry so as to relieve…
Every finger brushing skinLike the soft glide of paint on canvasEvery sigh or moan, a melody,To which we will dance,And I will find my muse along your curve In your eyes I read a poem, No…An epic to rival Odysseus and Romeo who died for Juliet The blue of an ocean far more vastMuch brighter…
Life Drawing Class had somehow turned out slightly different than how she imagined. While she expected nudity she never expected a model so devastatingly beautiful. His skin was a dark olive, lips tantalizingly full, hair dark and cut short, eyes a matching dark molten brown laced with thick lashes. His shoulders were broad and his…
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Let me introduce myself, my name is Brandy. I’m 26 years old and married with two beautiful kids. At the tender age of 26, I work for one of the biggest law firms in the United States. You would think I was living the American dream — a great job and two wonderful kids, a…
O beautiful Laetitia, Your form by Nature made, Lovelier than the flowers That grace a summer glade, What sweet and tender torture It is to see your eyes, Though only in an image; My heart they crystallize And shatter it as surely As steel must vanquish glass. O merciless Laetitia, My torments never pass!…
Loretta looked from one to the other of us. I could see it in her eyes that she was serious; she wanted to fuck both of us right there and then. It had been an unusual day to say the least. Now Ulrich looked at me. He wore his usual uncomplicated, pragmatic…
Saturday, February 15 th . 7: 30am I watched Loretta’s beautifully manicured hand as she lifted the coffee pot. She smiled sweetly and poured me a cup. At dinner the night before she had told me she would be leaving in a week. “Leaving for where? “I asked. “Back home…
“I’ve taken her husband, now I’m going to take her lover. After that, who knows what I might take…………….” Loretta’s words still lingered in my head as I awoke. She had somehow worked her way in to my subconscious. That someone so young could be so vindictive, so manipulative, so selfish, regardless of…
