Sir 2.0 Episode 3

You inhale the oils in the water, carried across from the steam. You can no longer hear the ambient murmurs of the audience. A quiet relief blunts your discomfort to a degree where it becomes part of the burgeoning arousal within you. Your acceptance has unlocked the first stirrings of a wild, terrible power within you. Your … Continue reading Sir 2.0 Episode 3


What Do Women Want by Daniel Bergner

Synopsis: In this headline-making book, Daniel Bergner turns everything we thought we knew about women's desire on its head. Drawing on extensive research and interviews with renowned behavioural scientists, sexologists, psychologists and everyday women, Daniel Bergner asks: - Do women really crave intimacy and emotional connection? - Are women more disposed to sex with strangers … Continue reading What Do Women Want by Daniel Bergner

Like a key

Give yourself Permission To play the game Of testing me Until seduction Becomes a need Like a key turning My heart opens With a raw surge That makes my fingers Bite into your skin To show you My passion until it Shakes the earth And the restraint as I tease Out of you the same … Continue reading Like a key

No wolves in the forest

I would make A delicious ruin Of you the way a wave Ruins itself as it dashes itself Against the rocks And I hold doors open Not from chivalry But anticipation And my kisses Burn My touch scalds And I revel In being clear eyed A storm of fur and muscle Blood as fuel to … Continue reading No wolves in the forest

Thunderstorms with the door closed

Wrestling Shifting Even with the brutish Way that my fingers Sink into your hips I fuck you with A sense of awe The tender curves Bear a sweetness That makes me Want to crush you Like hot heavy fruit I want to smell You on my skin For hours after Cupping my fingers to My … Continue reading Thunderstorms with the door closed

Dirty Little Angel

Soft, repeated bursts Of thunder, Cutting through The affliction Of self A pulsing in our bodies Like fever You answer With a wavering trebly cry Each thrust inside you Is an affirmation. I want to mark you Have you feel me Splash against Your skin. Creamy, gelid ropes Of my love. There is so much … Continue reading Dirty Little Angel