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Fan mail: healing of her Yoni by MissBehaviour

November 20, 2013 Leave a comment

So a fan read my Eva story and decided she’d do her own version based on yours truly (i’m very flattered). Her name is MissBehaviour and this is her story.

It was almost a blur, and I say that in the sense of my eyes rolling back into my head, where I was able to see an astral plane of immense pleasure, bright stars, masterful galaxies and acknowledgment of being at one with the grand universe.. centered through the pulsating walls of my moistened vagina. I sh*t you not. My loins seem to know the meaning of life! My waves of orgasmic pleasure, intrigue, heightened sense of adventure and sexual expression has not been invigorated so profusely until as of recent, and I am one to have experienced a number of adventures, but nothing quite like this… Read more…

Categories: fan mail

word wednesday aka creative corner

December 5, 2012 1 comment

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge :-)

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better :-)

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

Categories: creatve challenges

The Eroticnoire – 50 Shades contract/the Dom & the Sub

September 23, 2012 Leave a comment

for those that may have heard of that book called 50 Shades of Grey and the BDSM theme I’ve decided to come up with my own contract.
here it is: https://t.co/XpqZ0P4t
or click here

Categories: wet thoughts

4×4

September 14, 2012 Leave a comment

Ride me ..
Ride me in slow time motion
Take in my circumference
Let me slip the letter of my passion into your envelope
Stamp it and send you first class recorded delivery to PO Box O Read more…

Categories: poems

late night love pt1

August 18, 2012 1 comment

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
Move
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat Read more…

Categories: poems, stories

In that moment

August 16, 2012 Leave a comment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

Categories: poems

Irony (there is….)

August 12, 2012 Leave a comment

There is a sweet irony to the way you bow down before me

On your knees

But when you put me in your mouth

You make me weak at the knees

 

There is a sweet irony to the way you look up to me

And I stand over you

Look down upon you

Yet

My strength crumbles to the floor

The fortress of power taken over by your oral armoury

 

There is a sweet irony to the way I become vocal

Aural expression of exhilaration

Dictate and convey with punctuated urgency

While you

You command me with a silent tongue

Exercise your authority over me

With soft lips and warm mouth

Command me with subtle swirls and swoops

 

There is a sweet irony to the way hard flesh

Is made to easily submit to supple mouth

The way your giving … takes

And

How my getting … gives

 

There is a sweet irony to know that being conquered by you

Is the means to my being set free

There is a sweet irony in knowing that this oral war

Will become a perpetual battle of pleasure

That continues endlessly between you and me …

 

Categories: poems
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