Pushing Master
Megan walked back down the hall, waiting was driv…
THE LOFT
Like a hot wind on a hot summer day, Helen went b…
THE AWAKENING_(0)
In that narrow corridor between sleep and awake, …
A MOONLIT NIGHT
A MOON LIT NIGHT The fact that a cool breeze…
Love poem for Nikki
Her face so bright, her eyes so wet, I love to t…
First Encounter (Part 3)
You continue standing there. Quiet. Arms at you…
First Encounter (Part 2)
Now it is time for me to have some fun… at your e…
First Encounter (Part 4)
“Ok, pet. Hands back behind your head. And stan…
APT.408
When the door bell rang I got up from the sofa. t…
Anal Virgin (Edit)
Introduction: “Broadstairs Minor Sir,” the lower…