my head is a blur, bathing in caffeine, and the thunder
gives me a hard-on, not helping me take
my mind off you-
-r taunting (almost sauntering)
words. write me a love
song, a poem, a letter, a-
-nything to feed my incessant, ridiculous
you-obsession, unless i might break in two
halves, three halves, which is something
that coffee, and storms, and masturbation
can’t fix. oh, fuck, now the rain is blowing
in through the open window. is that you?
before i close it. write me, so i don’t
mistake you for the rain.
you are true, you are bold, and yet
, you are frightened.
you are frail, you are innocent, and yet
, passion drips from your skin.
i won’t harm you
, in any way you don’t need me to.
from the time you answered “your place”, your teasing was relentless.
your hand in my crotch
your teeth on my lip
your slap on my roaming hand
once inside, you quickly found your bearings and poured us each a drink
you sipped, and sauntered around my loft. we didn’t speak a word, but we never broke eye contact.
“go and start a shower. make it hot. i’ll join you three minutes.”
when you joined me in the bathroom three minutes later, as promised, i thought i was ready for you. i was not.
you were naked, except for my camera hanging between your breasts.
“touch yourself while i photograph you. then i’ll let you fuck me.”
time for diirrty to give a little sumthin’ back, as a thanks for your patronage. i’m glad y’all keep comin’ back. oh, and this is picture is heavily cropped. the full version, later.
she was kinda kind
on the eye, and with a glint
in hers, she smiled
, and i knew
that this taxi ride
was going to be a fucking blast
lately, she’s enjoyed the clip of my hand across her ass.
it’s normally when her hair is tangled, and i’ve heard her curse my name several times.
i love taking her from behind. while i do like to see her eyes roll back when she comes, i much prefer the view of her quiver quivering around me.
oh, excuse me. i almost forgot about her!
she’s been tied to the banister the whole time i’ve been writing this.
we took turns until
her cunt cramped, and her tears
dried on her cheeks.
the next morning, she called
for me to service her first.
i told him, “i knew she would”
he told me, “i knew she would, too”
and, “she’s predictable like that.”
he sat in the chair and watched
me fuck his wife again,
and again, and then
, he picked up a notebook, turned
seven pages, and wrote my name
at the bottom of a long,
i laughed, shrugged, then wiped
my cock clean on his pillowcase.
i left satisfied, but unsure about
the state of my dignity.