I am heavy with child. My breasts are swollen with milk, my abdomen fully distended. I slump on the wicker chair feeling my baby prod my stomach. My man marvels at how I push myself to the utter limits...

...unquenchable insomnia, giving in to my obsessionof sweet Vermouth, between security and debaucherymy cunt chapped from torment and mercy as the winds howl like an Evinrudeand my hips begging for salvationwhile your semen drips down my thighsupsetting the rimming...

Mother Superior, Sister Annachelle's fingers trembled against the rosary beads as she knelt in the confessional, though not from piety. Shoving the devil's horn, anatomically correct dildo, in her freshy mown cunt. Outside, the cicadas screamed their endless refrain,...

In my American southern Gothic portmanteau, i am uninhibited, when it comes to the opposite sex. Not surviving on pornography alone. Listening to voices in my head. My ink becoming my mind's apothecary, fantasizing debauchery with ex my mother-in-law,...

I am your Guru...you a whore, arching,your mouth my cock's bed as my tongue takes laps between your thighs,dancing on your labia of bitter cyanidea requiem, prayer of ecstacydrawing blood, because...death never felt so goodclawing at my back

A taste beyond words the ecstasy of licking the engorged clitoris of Annachelle ex my mother in law on a hot and humid night giving her license to cum freely on my tongue. As I slurp up her creamy...

naked unconfessed, these heels are made for walking my mouth a chalice, i drink you down slowly, my thighspressed onto the altar as i take you between my lips with the rosary, as you taste my soul's terra fima...