Erotica

With you inside.

This bed.
Undressed.

And the radio humming.

We fit each other,
as if new socks.

Tight and taut.

Our eyes then take a trip,
coaxed by feel.

We are nothing,
but

hope you feel this free soon

Distractions in suburbia.

Tied to the flower of wooden release

The night was calling to me. I tasted metal in the back of my mouth, between my teeth. I knew by now to watch and obey the signs. I knew what was going to happen, with the night so hungry for me.

The night rained streamers,
Red, blue and green,
Out of gunpowder clouds.
We held hands
Under a woolly blanket
Not to keep warm
But purely for our own
Licentious joy.

Bad Girl

I'm trying to find the leather straps
that bound my wrists with yours still
heavy from the inertia of your flesh.
It's the salt of memory, the smell of

Kelly says goodbye to Joe.

Kelly has a moment of introspection before seeking an escape from the spa.

She gets by with a little help from a friend.

Joe's anger turns to rape? Sex and violence.

Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing

All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree

My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell

Under my left hand
I feel her mouth
Under my right
Her hearts beats fast

No amount of Summers
Can make up for a bitter Autumn

Kelly finds out what Joe expects from her. What he wants. What he needs. What he intends to have.

Village elders try to save a beauty from an overly lustful Giant.

I'm in a wicked mood this morning!

Therapy

Let me introduce you to John.

The doll seemed to mirror Molly’s features, the same long brown hair and rosy cheeks. Without thought, Harry’s fingers began to stroke the doll’s legs slowly, as he had done so to Molly earlier.