Prowling through the darknesswalking the midnight in shadowsthere ain’t no use in runningbecause, I put the poontang on youyou can holler in the hollowbut cant lock the fucking doorafter leaving my mark on youtattooed on your fat assso hush...

…to all my dead friends, you know who you areas I flagellate my soul dripping caffeinebound to insomnia’s insanity, with envyposted on the Frigidaire, with sticky notes“I sold my soul to a half-eaten-apple”dripping caffeine, the key is in the...

The streetlights buzzed like dying flies and the asphalt held the heat of the day long into the evening, moving hips swaying to some rhythm only she could hear my fingers trailing her thighs, long and lean like a crooked...

  A choreography in shadows, pulsing in the indigo twilight, less oxygen, more whiskey, in a circle of silhouettes, naked in uninhibited rage, “Rollin’ in my sweet baby’s arms.” The fiddler’s bow was missing three horsehairs, and the fourth was...

It had been several months since our last threesome as the Sex Jump Gate had closed afterwards.  Kate was still single, but had the FBs, though occasionally we would get playful, it’s just that we wouldn’t go the whole...

After the CRJ landed in Santiago, I bid farewell to others including David and especially Terri who had decided that I was her little sister!  But we knew that in a few weeks, we’d reconnect in Whistler and I...

I woke at 4 AM in Ellie’s spare room, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite all the drama and tedium mere hours ago. After a quick shower, I pulled on a red Icebreaker 250 zip-up, last night’s jeans, and a thick...

I woke at 4AM in Ellie’s spare room, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite all the drama and tedium mere hours ago.  After a quick shower, I pulled on a red Icebreaker 250 zip-up, last night’s jeans and a thick polar...

I am a shadow of twilighta charade of fleshmasqueradingI am the scavengerof your fatescreamingI am the graveof your decaying corpsetaunting your bonesI am your miseryof your adultress memorieslying underfootI am a shadowof your grotesque  

Becoming my quill's poetic voyeur  tasting the fly in the ink  the dark side of my hors d'oeuvre  listening to silence whispering in my ear  as if lusting scorpions crawling my back  among the shadows in my mind's oasis...

In the darkness of your poseythe cunt's thoraxwith it's sleeping tonguewhere the shadows dwell with the breath of your soul dripping a staccatoon my blood-stained Nikeslistening to the voices singing"Bring your love home to me"

Standing at the BizJet Terminal, I saw Andy walk up the steps and blow me a kiss. I silently cried harder as I already missed the guy that I loved in many ways so soon after meeting him: his respect...

I'm Sarah, 37 and an HR Business Partner.  I live in a smallish town and own my own house.  I love to take photos: mostly scenery either locally or abroad and I have shot a few weddings as favours...

I'm Andy: a mid-30s IT professional. My love life wasn't great - mostly as I was working away a lot, so I decided to apply for The Love Show where experts match couples and valiantly hope that they find...

Recap: Kate had been dumped by her boyfriend, Bruce. To unwind from the shock, we had all got drunk, leading to Kate wanting a group massage, with the Tom Special - screwing her hard from behind. For the following day,...

A wise owl of veiled memories  dreamless sleep shadows deepeternal dark lusting your marrowand petal posey of labia's lipsstained with coffin's mahoganysweet scent of decadent glaciersmelting in my arms