Sweet Torture

I let him touch me
So I can pretend it’s you
Your hand between my thighs
Your kiss on my neck
I shut my eyes tight
And see your face
That gaze
That undresses my soul
Your lips
I’m dying to taste
Your body
I’m aching to feel
I’ll never want him
I’ll never have you
Sometimes this sweet torture
Seems too much to bear
I can’t give you up though
You’re my favorite song
A beautiful melody
A flash of lightning
Across a dark sky
An engulfing spirit
That’ll never be mine


What have you done to me
Fuck I’ve come undone
That’s the spot
Oh my god
That’s the spot
The pressure is building
Fists clenched tight
Begging for release
Your fingers inside me
Your mouth all over
It’s all too much
I’m spilling over
I can’t breathe
I can’t move
Shedding my skin
Here it comes
My throat opens wide
It comes from inside
Don’t stop don’t stop
Fucking Christ
It’s still flowing
Touch me again
Do it again
Baby I’m yours
If you do it again




Remember when I met you on my lunch break?
I was wearing a dress and no panties
I climbed in the backseat where you were waiting

Remember when you said you’d be sweet?
And then you choked me with your cock
Forcing saliva to pour down to your balls

Remember how turned on it made me?
I climbed on top of you
And ignored your suggestion of a condom

Remember how good it felt?
With your oversized dick in my pussy
And my tongue deep in your mouth

Remember what you said?
When you filled me with your cum
And sent me back to work

You said you’d never forget me
You said I was yours
I wish I could remember your name




I woke up when my phone chimed, it was a text from my boss. “We need to move this morning’s meeting to my house, do not wear a dress.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I had been trying to get this guy naked for months, ever since I started working for him. He was so fucking sexy and I just had to have him. Every time I was with him, listening to him, writing down notes, I was distracted with my thoughts. I imagined running my hands down his muscular chest while my mouth was licking his cock like a melting popsicle. Continue reading “Secretary”



hands pressed against the glass
of the hotel balcony doors
watching the waves
as they mimic your thrusts
as you fuck me from behind
back and forth
loud and wet

when I leave
your wife arrives
and in the morning
as your holding her in your arms
you see my handprints
still lingering there

you place her hands
in the outline of mine
and show her how beautiful it is
when the tide comes in

A Girl’s Gift

An unwanted baby girl was born in a small village within a large kingdom. She was born with a unique ability. She could taste the past. As an infant nursing at her mother’s breasts she could see, in her mind, a man suckling from the same nipples. When she was old enough to drink her first glass of milk, she saw her father bent over the family goat with his pants down and his hands reaching underneath, tugging on the teats. Continue reading “A Girl’s Gift”

A Perfect Morning

I walk through his front door and see him sitting on his leather couch, smiling, completely naked and waiting for me. I slip off my shoes and force myself to walk instead of run across the room to climb in his lap. His kisses are hungry and his face scratchy. He pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside, my bra following it. He pulls me close and encloses my nipple with his mouth. As I watch him gently sucking I run my hands through his hair, down his neck, across his broad shoulders. He switches to the other nipple and I can’t help but moan at the feeling. Continue reading “A Perfect Morning”