Adamantine Amor
Shatterproof, I am not. I am melancholy. Restless. Unfocused. I crave the heat of physical touch but am burned to ash by emotional connection. I am a tempered, crackled pane,… Read more »
Tag: Arousal
Black Dog
It’s the slow stroke of midnight at 4:00am, The burn . . . . . The plea . . . . . . . . . . . . The… Read more »
Miss Behave
Under the warm covers, my cool fingertips caressed his bare tummy, unwittingly eliciting a bark of laughter. The tickle was unintentional, but I love to hear him laugh (and I… Read more »
Exhibition
Slick evidence of my earlier orgasm coats the pale snow and night-black lace of my inner thighs; the pearlescent glimmer on stockinged skin mirrors the sparks in your eyes. I hold your… Read more »