A chance comment made across the computer screens begs the question of just how really real we can make a cyber connection feel. I was drinking my coffee, and she was signed on to Lush when we started chatting via Black Boxes. I must say this about using the Black Boxes: you must use carefully…
This story is the follow up to Punish Me, Again… while you don’t have to read the first parts, it will give you a richer picture if you do. Even now, as Robin ran down the stairs from Matt’s apartment, her disloyal pussy still tingled as she replayed in her mind how Holly had licked…
I L Y Because you strum my heart strings I L Y Because you taught me more about myself I L Y Because you did not let me make a fool of myself I L Y Because of your smile so warmly given I L Y Because you provide inspiration I L Y Because you…
He’s so cute and so sweet And I love it when he smiles at me. And he makes my heart skip a beat. Man that boy drives me crazy. And before I to sleep at night I hope I get to see him again. Cause there’s just something about that boy.. He looks at me…
Muse (20) Sitting beside you, thoughts run through my head What it would be like lying next to you in bed Strong urges telling me to go ahead But I use all my strength to make my limbs like lead Because the thought of losing your friendship, creates dread So I close my eyes and…
You cannot help who you fall for, whatever their skin color may be. As long as you love them, and they love you. That’s what life is, or should be about… University of Chicago, 4:03PM, Modern History Class “Shit, shit, shit!” I exclaimed, running through the corridors of the University’s History and Social Studies floor…
Now my mind was made up that summer seemed to pass slower than ever. I had written to Alan and told him of my plans and his letters got fewer and fewer. He had moved back home after his school year ended, so I managed to take a few days off to go home and…
I cannot hear the sound of falling leaves, nor can I see the wind that lifts these tid-bits from the ground; and never have I touched a sunbeam with my hand, nor looked at sweetness like a clipping on a board. And if my sense perceives, perhaps, reality, how can I reconcile my breath with…
It had been a beautiful sunny day, nothing to get worried about, except that my wife Heather had gone and taken with her everything she could. And she had gone for good, only leaving me a letter in which she had written her last goodbyes. I had also found her promise ring and a divorce…
This is my first try at poetry, hope it is ok, the subject made it easy I just wanted to add that the special someone is gabrielsbabygirl, my wife. I wish I could spend time looking into you eyes, into your soul, touching your hair Stroking your hair feeling your skin, soft, smooth, warm, oh,…
Published 11 years ago I feel so safe and protective in your strong armsI know that you won’t let anything ever happen to meMy heart beats faster when I see youI need to feel you inside of me againI ache for your touchYou have my heart, soul and bodyMake me yours againI’m ready and waiting…
My life was over, dark as the nightLonely, empty, black and coldNo light ahead, no joy, no loveAnd then he came into my life – pure gold No boundaries, no limits, no wallsNo shackles or chainsA thousand ruby red roses bloomOver and over again Where the deepest orange sunshineStarts and ends each dayA golden warming…
My name is Sheila Simpson; I have been a lesbian nearly all of my adult life. I was born in 1940 in a rural part of East Anglia in England. My sister Rachael came along about ten months later. We shared a double bed in the second bedroom in our cottage right up till I…