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
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
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
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."