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Some stuff I’ve written (spoiler: all bad; NSFW)...
Havana
​The music plays softly, floating in on the evening breeze
Cigar smoke frames the small tables where the old men sit and stare
Watching the woman in the red dress
Shadows flickering beneath antique fans
​
I take another drink and look out at the sea
The rhythm crashing against the shore

A Place in Bend
The earth lies flat before me
Cold and barren
Void of any semblance of warmth
Its creeks and rivers, frozen in time
Its foundation, aged and neglected
"Rustic-chic", my ass

Welcome to Sunriver Resort

Delicious
​"How do I look?", she asks
​Not knowing we are lost in her breath
Mere shadows
Whispers of names
A chorus of admiration

"How do I look?", she asks
Not realizing the dormant tempest
Swirling within
Swallowing whole
The unbridled cupidity of man

"How do I look?", she asks
Not sensing the sun in her skin
The unchained masses
Spellbound, in reply

"Delicious"

The Girl on the Plane
​Against the wave of blue descent
Islands of painted kisses lie exposed
Long branches of ivory, deeply rooted
Disappear under a veil of secrecy

The dark velvet embrace
The sun-drenched hills, shadowed in sandstorm
All roads leading to shore
The fragile earth, so pale and pure
Oblivious to this morning's solitary trespass

iPhone
The black, burnished skin
Smooth to the touch
Slender
Elegant
A model of form and function

Feel my fingers roam, caress
Navigating their way across your body
An electric current, vibrating in tune

That's it. Spread wide.
Reveal that hot little G-spot

Tremble
I close my eyes to see you hovering above me
Your lips, like liquid candy, against my breath
I need to taste the fragrant sapidity
The savory Siren of your kiss

I will inhale you
Moonbeams and all
Light me up...
Wrap your bones 'round mine

I close my eyes to see you trembling
Come tremble with me now

Good Day
Today was a good day...

Up early
Coffee, black
Eggs and bacon
The yolk dripping down my chin

Sky hiked up
Clouds pushed to the side
Sunlight streaming in
The taste of your pussy on my lips... all day long

Solitude
​Midnight dwells in the abandoned soul
Asphyxiated by solitude

Amid this... wreckage of memories past
My spirit bleeds...
Stumbling, alone, into the frozen abyss 

Heat Wave
The air... thick and humid
Light dress
No panties
Sweat dripping down
Hair a mess
Fan blowing
Head tilted back
Legs spread, over my shoulders
Ice cube in my mouth
Against your thighs
Against your lips
My tongue cooling you down
Thoughts drifting off into mad prose
Something of Tennessee Williams
Inflamed
Rambling
Howling out

"Don't ever leave me, baby"

Hot Fudge Sundae
Two scoops of pure vanilla
Pressed against the glass
Hot chocolate on top
Dripping down across the nuts
Spooning
Swirling
Coming together in black and white

Wonderland
Crawl naked through this rabbit hole
Your ass, raised high in the air
Ready to be eaten... to be fucked... to be mine

Morning
"Morning, baby", I say
Leaning in, slowly
Kissing the tip of your nose, softly
Brushing your cheek with my hand
Feeling your exposed body against mine
Your skin, creamy and supple

​I grab my thoughts, stiff and unyielding
And ease into your waking dreams

Hypnotic
You are my drug
​My opiate
My daily sedative
Affecting every molecule of my being
Manipulating my brain chemistry
Until all I can do is think (and dream) of you

No prescription required

Cuddling
I crave intimacy more so than sex

Lying in bed with you, cuddling
My leg draped over yours
Breathing you in
The softness of your skin
The smell of your hair
The fullness of your lips

Studying the curves of your warm body

Kissing you, gently. A hint of tongue.
Where time stops and nothing else matters but being there with you in that moment

Tasting you. Every... delicious... inch.

O
​
​A storm is coming
A Red Sea, rising
​
Now is not the time to run, but to double down
To bury my face in your sex
Your thighs tightening their grip
Until your pussy begins to pulse and spasm
Convulsing against my invading tongue
Drenching me in succulent sin

In these dark and turbulent times
One must show fealty and a sense of obligation
Bowing down to serve the almighty O

Pinball Girl
Shot from the hip
Bouncing up and down
Always on the ball
High on extra points

Smile for me
Open wide
Let me feed you my two cents
My thoughts
My advice
My hot, sticky

Cum, beneath you
Gum, beneath me
Feel me, feeling you
Banging your cherry bumper

Tilt. Game over.

Worship
Straddle my face, baby
Smother me
Make me pray to your pussy

Tattoo
Her body is my canvas
Secrets hide in the shadows
The curves and fullness of her hips cry out
To be touched... and spanked... and licked

​She lifts her dress
My thoughts immediately drift south
Following that naked path
Between the fragrance of her dark, scented hair
To the smooth, pale flesh
To the tattoo of the cross

My blood boils
I am consumed by hunger
I want to drop to my knees and deify her
Inhaling every inch of honey-candied perfection
Following that image down
Leaning in... to be born again
​
I want to lose myself in her
My lips, my tongue, my fugitive soul
Mmm. The things I want to know.

Images flicker
Warm vanilla sugar fills the air
I am trapped and bound by her skin
The ink seeping into my pornographic imagination

Art as addiction

Room Service
I've been waiting
I open the door to see you standing there
You smile. I grin, welcoming you in.
We walk to the window and look to the city below
I stand behind you, my face inches from your hair
I'm intoxicated by you
I fight the temptation to pull your dress up
Rip your panties from your body
Fuck you against the glass

I put my drink down and gently kiss the back of your neck
You close your eyes, lost in the moment
You turn around
Your lips and tongue mix with mine
I fall to my knees and slowly lift your dress
Climbing my way up, kiss by kiss

​God I've missed you

Tonight
The moon is full tonight
I think I'll tie you to the bed
Leave you there
Sip my whisky
Tease you
Toy with you

I'll take my time
Have you suck me
Touch your breast
Your soft body
Fuck you for awhile
I'll caress your mind
Rub my thick metaphors
And similies as wet as your pussy
Between that buttery, bouncy back door

Alliterative posturing aside
I won't bother with an Oxford comma
When I shoot my load on your belly, thighs, and face
I won't cum wrapped in a third-person pronoun, either
Just you
Tonight

Submissive
Imagine me, imagining you
Feeling my eyes on your breasts, on your skin
My hand under your skirt
The warmth of my breath on your ass
Fucking you with my hard words
Penetrating your mind
The hot, syrupy sentences ejaculating all over your senses
Teaching you to bow down and please me
Spanking your tight little imagination

Some additional drivel...

Blueberry Donut
​
You warm, sugary minx. I had a dream about you last night. It was all so real. You, me... a Saturday night. I picked you up on Sweet Street and drove you back to my place. The ride home was pure torture. I could barely focus on the road. You smelled so fucking amazing. Intoxicating, in fact.

We got to the house. I put you up on the table and sat down, studying your tight little box. I wanted to peek inside. I could feel the heat radiating against my hand. I spread your lid wide and salivated. Your deep-fried goodness was too much for me. I leaned down and inhaled every inch of you, burying my face in your syrupy glaze. I can still taste you on my lips. Finger licking good.

The Housekeeper
​
It's Saturday afternoon, the sunlight sneaking through the blinds.
The doorbell rings. She's here.
Dark skin. Full lips. Delicious curves.

"Hello, Sir", she says.

"I'm glad you came", I reply... looking her up and down. "You look nice."

She smiles and makes her way to the bathroom, to change. "What would you like me to do, Sir?"

What do I want her to do.  Hmm. I want to start by putting her over my lap, pulling those panties down and spanking her. I want her face down in the sheets, a fistful of her hair in my hand. I want to own her tight body.

I pour myself a drink and settle into the leather chair.

She gets down on her hands and knees to clean. The slightest glimpse of exposed skin thrills me.

I'm transfixed the by fullness of her breasts, the jiggle in her ass... and the way her clothes hug her body.

I feel a tremendous urge to bend her over. 

She finishes. We approach the front door. She stands there, purse in hand.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir... before I go?", she asks.

I hand her the money.

"Well", I say. "There is one task... but no. It's ok."

"Sir?", she asks?

A smile crosses my face. I laugh, saying... "I appreciate your help today. Thanks."

I turn and reach for the door.

"Wait", she says... dropping to her knees. 
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