Sometimes writing is much like being a porn star… Not showing my face but, baring my soul, hoping to tickle something in you… Moving my curvy thoughts, moaning my my deepest dreams, letting my fingers caress the keyboard in less than subtle ways… Trying new angles, wanting to please you… Thank God, for fluffers! Wouldn’t…… Continue reading Porn star…
In the era of bright flashy neon sex, I tried to lure you with the simple promise of a romantic candle flame. That’s just how cocky and bold I can be…
Only one week left! Only? Come on, that’s still a whole lot of time, to choose from five fabulous flags… So far, #1 has three votes, #3 one vote and #5 has gathered four! If you haven’t voted already, just click on the link below, and leave your opinion in the comments! On February…… Continue reading Time to vote… One week left!
The line had become so fine… Like a framed door, standing in the middle of nowhere. No walls to give it some sort of reason for being there. Just a tall wooden door with a shiny golden lock. Portal between what they called reality, and her own realm. It seemed to her that she was…… Continue reading The door…
Trees covered with ice. Winds blowing. Losing grip, on Winter. Warm me in you arms… or let me freeze.
You can try to forget me… You can try, to make up your mind, that I am not worth a try… But you know, don’t you? You know we’re made for each other….
She didn’t need any mini skirt to make her sexy… When he told her just how clever he found her to be. She felt as if she had cleavage running right down to her knees.
I know… There are only two rules for my usual After Eight Moments; – The picture has to be taken by me. – The picture has to be taken the same day. Not today. Today, I break both rules. Hey! It is my Cove, those are my rules, I’ll break them if I wish to! Mouahahahahahahah…… Continue reading After Eight Moments – Special Guest!
Grey clouds, grey thoughts aligning still on the look out for the silver lining… Knowing all too well that in the end, though screaming would feel good, silence is golden.
Oh, the sweet sound of your voice, the sweet sound of your sighs… The sweet taste of your burning lips. The sweet sight of your smile. All those sweet little nothings wrapped in the greatness of you. No wonder I never hesitated to walk, for you, the extra Mile….
