the traveler

she says in her soft way,
yes,
and
oh,
and the curves of silk
wrap around his shoulders
because he speaks his
cunt-talk
in tongues.

the way her flavor
caresses his buds and nose,
soft slippery wet
coats his lips…
silken curves turn solid
and quake,
leaves in torrential wind,
hips rise,
cunt pulse
throbs in
heartbeat time—

he dri…[Read more]

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Reposting as mentioned…

My Second Love

I was 22, in grad school, 6% body fat, and poor as a church mouse. I lived in a rented room in an apartment with three girls. I had a mattress and a stack of books in my room. Some clothes in the closet, not much else. I worked in a lab 9 to 5 part paid, part sponsorship doing research for my thesis.…[Read more]

There is a woman I like. She is bright, and accomplished, but jokes lightly about how ‘stupid’ she has been. She is stylish, and sophisticated, but doesn’t dress on brand, she uses layers of color and texture, and pockets in odd places. She is composed, at times edgy, yet she looks down shyly when I make her laugh.

Her face is clean and…[Read more]