sunscreen
It was nice and hot and there was sun everywhere.
Your sun was everywhere.
It started with a bikini.
Or actually just a bikini bottom.
My body shone with sunscreen.
Carefully applied by you.
Although we were already oiled up. By each other.
On this beautiful almost-felt-like-summer day in May.
You took on this rewarding sunscreen task, for you(r) love (is) my body.
paper romance
I write to you as if we are true lovers.
I share with you my deepest and most intense inner desires.
Things I’ve experienced and things I long for and what I dream of.
Couldn’t be much more from the heart.
Words are the lingerie of the mind.
You and I, baby, we only exist on paper. So there is always that taste for more. You. Us.
Do you recognize that?
That feeling of yearning for?
Desire for longing.
taste the taste
I wanna taste the taste.
The taste of pure passion.
An overall state of scents and flavors.
I want to taste myself and then you too.
I want to smell the all of you and myself on you.
I want your fingers in my mouth.
I want to suck on them, sensual, sloppy sucking, softly, but hard enough, wet, playful, looking at you.
Masturbate while doing all of this.
the red silk cuffs story
I have this fantasy.
For about a long long time now.
It’s about red silk cuffs.
I call it my red silk cuffs story.
And it goes something like this.
