In A Darkened Office

Suddenly the world

Was your lips on my earlobe,

Warm breath on my skin,

When you backed me to the wall and whispered, “The answer to the question in your head is, ‘Whatever I want, with my fingers, my lips, the press of my hips.'”


My veins ache

To my fingertips,


Robbing me of sense.

Come, fill me,

Inject your sex.

Intense and wondrous

Wet, make me whole.

Sinful Sunday
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Draw You Deeper

I dream of kissing,

Deep and sweet,

Soft and wet,

Wanting, wanton,

Waiting, anticipating

That bit of tongue

Running inward

Toward my own.

I moan when we touch,

And suck

To draw you deeper.

Chaste Sucking: TMT

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Chaste Sucking

Sucking you chastely 

Without intent to tease nips 

Nor your clitoris,

I’ll make you come undone, till

You force my hot tongue inside. 

Train Smell: TMT

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Train Smell

The smell of vinyl

Train seats warming in the sun

Makes me hard for you.

Too hot to wait, we crammed in

The tiny toilet to fuck.