. . . for spacious skies . . . What. The… for amber waves of grain FUCK?! My hand, just moments ago turning tender pressure circles over my clit, freezes… Read more »
The colors dance behind my eyelids in bursts and swirls, splashing across my vision in vibrant variegated hues. They overlap and spin, spattering their motley array of vivid brights and… Read more »
Alone on my deck, surrounded by the quiet goings-on of my neighborhood, I revel in the erotic perceptions of sensory contrapositions. The sun massages its heat into my skin while… Read more »
I am enamored with my ties. They just speak to… Possibility. . Don’t you think?
I am both too hot and too cold, restless, agitated, exhausted. I stare at the ceiling and try to track my thoughts, aligning them one by one against the sliver… Read more »
The pressure of my bladder – full, but not uncomfortable – nudges me toward consciousness. Keeping my eyes closed against the morning, I slowly untwist my body beneath the tangled sheets… Read more »