Deeply Smouldering Vignette

(A reblog...but one of my favourites)   *EXPLICIT*   The streets and pavements are still glistening and moist from the rain that has fallen and now the evening is wet with anticipation for more inevitable downpour. Street lights reflected there, the two crossing the road hand in hand are oblivious to any of the elements... Continue Reading →

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Smouldering Vignette

Some of you will have read this before. It was the first one of these little vignettes I'd written. I love this one, something about it... But what I have done is extend it with a bit more delish. Yeah, yeah, cue the jokes about "extending" things...I know how your pervy little minds work. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →

Last night…

...we made love. Not sweet, innocent saccharin love. Not fake, meaningless empty love. Not the love that breaks the spirit and mind . Love that is Real. And True. Deep, hard, intense. Love that hurts so good, and aches with eternal need. Meaningful, purposeful, fateful, real. Urgent, slow, lustful. Love. You held me so close.... Continue Reading →

Secret Place

I am so tired. Not just sleepy, but tired. In my mind and heart I am tired. It's exhausting sometimes. I am even too tired to cry some days and some nights but often a tear manages to fall when my eyes are closed. I am far less dark lately, though. I have allowed a... Continue Reading →

Smouldering Vignette

She sits by the window looking down at the midnight street.  A glass of wine in hand, not having any attention paid to it by her, it idly sits in her hand as she is distracted by the moonlight and streetlight and night sounds of this city she doesn't know at all.  She sighs. The... Continue Reading →

Sonorous Seduction

The hotel room is dark and warm. Moon light sneaks in beyond midnight to illuminate the outline of the room, barely...you make no move to switch on the light as you guide me through the doorway and close the door as I lean against it, your arm locking me in this prison of your eyes,... Continue Reading →

Read between my…lines

  Another older post but...I love this   Spread my body as words across a page, gaping and reaching parts of me that only the deepest of soul connections can reach, even fathom...even begin to understand. Stroke my face and trace your finger across my mien and see me as an artist looks upon a... Continue Reading →

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