A raspberry, I think, picturing the just-ripened juicy pink-red in my mind and transferring the plump-soft memory of unplucked-from-the-vine succulence to the resistance-spring give of swollen flesh pulsing – aroused,… Read more »
Late summer. Morning sun soft on still-tan sleep-warmed skin. Words of want greet my still-sleepy vision as I loll toward consciousness. “I want to cum,” he says via text. But… Read more »
Is it a lightning spiral? A slow burn? A tingling waterfall of riverflow sparked heat, dropping off a high ledge behind your belly button, roaring its thundering pulse in a… Read more »
I send him a photographic story upon waking, warm arousal flushing my skin from late-night fever-hot dreams. Click. Aching nipples, pebbled against the night, distraught at the loss of his… Read more »