Teeny Tiny Baby Bump

I am going through changes. It happens steadily, sapping all my energy. I am sleeping away the weeks, waking to eat and drink. Wondering about the being that grows inside me. There never comes a time When we no longer

Teeny Tiny Baby Bump

I am going through changes. It happens steadily, sapping all my energy. I am sleeping away the weeks, waking to eat and drink. Wondering about the being that grows inside me. There never comes a time When we no longer

/ Like, Sex

Use Me

Searching for someoneas equally as ravenous as me,I found you. I am an instrumentfor your pleasure,begging to be put to use. Play with me in ways I’ve only dreamt.Give life to my sexually explicit visionsof pain, and pleasure, and dirty,

/ Like, Sex

Use Me

Searching for someoneas equally as ravenous as me,I found you. I am an instrumentfor your pleasure,begging to be put to use. Play with me in ways I’ve only dreamt.Give life to my sexually explicit visionsof pain, and pleasure, and dirty,

The Deepest Connection

The most meaningful connection that you can share with someone else has naught to do with touch. The most personal connections are never made by making love. It’s easy to confuse because a litany of reasons. Biologically, it feels good,

The Deepest Connection

The most meaningful connection that you can share with someone else has naught to do with touch. The most personal connections are never made by making love. It’s easy to confuse because a litany of reasons. Biologically, it feels good,

Tender Flesh

Ripe and juicy firm and full of flavor. Take a bite from me, wet and slurping, dripping from your chin and moaning. Deliciousness need not be wasted and left to rot on the branches. Pluck me, I am ready. Prepare

Tender Flesh

Ripe and juicy firm and full of flavor. Take a bite from me, wet and slurping, dripping from your chin and moaning. Deliciousness need not be wasted and left to rot on the branches. Pluck me, I am ready. Prepare

One Morning in the Forest

Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities. We have all morning, but no time to waste. The hot, burning sun rises to

One Morning in the Forest

Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities. We have all morning, but no time to waste. The hot, burning sun rises to

One Night in the Forest

In the red of night, roughly rocking in an rv, a wild call emerges from me. Guttural and shakey. Flick my hands away from me. Buck my hips and bite my lips. I supress my screams until I’m giddy. Laughing

One Night in the Forest

In the red of night, roughly rocking in an rv, a wild call emerges from me. Guttural and shakey. Flick my hands away from me. Buck my hips and bite my lips. I supress my screams until I’m giddy. Laughing

A Willing Victim

You are enticing me with my very own fantasies. Spinning tales as if you plucked them directly from my mind and adding details I couldn’t imagine by myself. Your dominance is a perfect complement to my willingness to submit, and

A Willing Victim

You are enticing me with my very own fantasies. Spinning tales as if you plucked them directly from my mind and adding details I couldn’t imagine by myself. Your dominance is a perfect complement to my willingness to submit, and

Sleeping, Sensitive

Even in my dreams,The drive is overwhelming. Even in the recesses of sleep,my skin is sensitive,calling to my consciousness to be caressed,for my erogenous zones to be pressed. I am writhing in the bed,surrounded by the pleasant sensationsof cool sheets,

Sleeping, Sensitive

Even in my dreams,The drive is overwhelming. Even in the recesses of sleep,my skin is sensitive,calling to my consciousness to be caressed,for my erogenous zones to be pressed. I am writhing in the bed,surrounded by the pleasant sensationsof cool sheets,

May Lightening Strike

In the recesses of our fears,in the moments of weaknessand complete lack of inspiration,we are lost to the darkness. Let the storms of inner turmoil rumbleand let our latent insecurities be roiled. Let us confront our shallow unintentionsuntil we cannot

May Lightening Strike

In the recesses of our fears,in the moments of weaknessand complete lack of inspiration,we are lost to the darkness. Let the storms of inner turmoil rumbleand let our latent insecurities be roiled. Let us confront our shallow unintentionsuntil we cannot

Follow Me

Far into the forest, high upon the small mountains, the air grows thin. Let our lungs breathe all the deeper. The trail grows steep as we come upon the ridge, And our hearts race as we quicken our pace. Piney

Follow Me

Far into the forest, high upon the small mountains, the air grows thin. Let our lungs breathe all the deeper. The trail grows steep as we come upon the ridge, And our hearts race as we quicken our pace. Piney