His…toy

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Wanna come play? I'm made just for you.   (Couldn't resist. Now for the real poem...)     He knows very well what kind of toy I am for him So I say... Why don't you unwrap me, and let's play Or maybe just sway to this music a soundtrack... Continue Reading →

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Kiss me

Come here and slowly place your lips upon that breath that I let escape my sanity but wait a moment and tease me a little with lips stroking my own with ease and meant to bes and maybe if you'll let me bite with slight greed your tongue that hangs upon my every word is... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

You Should Come With a Warning

Packaged and labelled correctly is what you should be. Large print, embossed, engraved with indelible warnings of impending plummets to the ground after tripping over that carefully placed foot in my way, smashing my all together, well guarded face and already cracked and fractured heart to pieces (to be fair, you kindly mended that heart,... Continue Reading →

Naughty Little…Smouldering Vignette

*EXPLICIT*   She wears a tight, black dress. Strapless- revealing her ivory shoulders and delicious neckline. Short. It clings to her like a lover and she wears it like a post coital glow. Black, sheer stockings. Heels, naturally. Of course...no underwear. None. Her hair is loose and wild as always. Why try to tame the... Continue Reading →

Smouldering, Breathless Vignette

She is naked. But warm. The room is so, so very warm. Her skin is glistening. Her breath coming in short, gasping bursts. A smile in the darkness. She can barely see his face but he is definitely smiling. Of course he is. But her back is a little...cold. Pinned against the wall, his hand... Continue Reading →

Touching my… Smouldering Vignette

*EXPLICIT* .......................………………   The room is dark. It's some hour close to dawn. The only light is from the phone still playing their favourite songs quietly, oblivious to what she is silently, warmly contemplating. White sheets twisted and in delicious disarray from the night that just passed. She is cradled within these remnants of lustful... Continue Reading →

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