I want to fuck you like a slut— take you from behind, thrusting like a wild man. I want to make you mine. I want to pull your hair, spank you ‘til you scream, make you beg for more and more thrusting ‘til you cream. I want to hear you sobbing then wipe away each…
 I’ve always harboured a fantasy to be with a guy who does what you do, someone that has a certain occupation, it’s like rock star groupies who want more from the male lead singer than his voice. I admire men for how they earn their crust, I want the blue-yellow uniformed tradesman with monogrammed name,…
Published 12 years ago Getting back from dinner we hit the door locked in a kiss. Eyes glued to each other as we trade places with our tongues. The taste of wine still on our lips only fuels the passion. Carelessly tearing the clothes from our bodies, and leaving a trail to the bedroom as we…