A Simple Motion


The simplest stroke is the swell of the ocean
The slightest caress, a well of emotion
Flowing through you and flowing through me
Waiting in silence, swirling inside you
Steady and slow, rhythm is patience
All that we know, answers to questions
Growing in you, growing in me
Fulfilling a need, over and over

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Mad Sounds

The day was spent working too hard, both of us exhausted and needing a rest. Relaxing for hours, we lazily watched television in shorts and t-shirts, and drinking wine to ease away the stresses of the day.

After polishing off a bottle and a couple of thrilling episodes of our favourite show, we head up to get ready for bed, but before retiring for the night, I get a second wind. Heading back downstairs in my boxers,  I pour another glass of wine and sit down at the piano. where I pluck away at the keys. I try playing a new song, quietly singing, and you soon come down to watch.

Mad Sounds

 Love buckles under the strain of those wild nights
Run but you cannot hide
Mad sounds in your ears, they make you get up and dance
They make you get up
All night long they reappear
They make you get up and dance
Yeah they make you get up

My attention is completely focused, fingers dancing on the piano keys, until you lean against the piano, listening to my playing. I look up from the ivories, and admire you standing in front of me, nearly naked.

“This might sound cliched, or, even worse, cheesy”, you say through a sly grin, “but you know you could be making beautiful music upstairs with me.”

Abandoning the keyboard, my fingers sliding across your thigh like you are the piano. “Why bother wasting time going upstairs?” I ask with a smile, as I hook my fingers in that lonely piece of lingerie. Ripping them off, then pushing you down onto the piano keys, my lips and tongue move between your thighs, and the beautiful music begins.

Pose – Let’s Make Sweet Music by Rack Poses.

His Hair > Exile – Better Days
His Skin > Birth – Reese Light (with Appliers)

Play Me.

He walked her up to her door, and she shyly asked if he’d like to come in for a drink. It was the end of their fourth date and it had been wonderful, as had the three before it. They had clicked from the beginning, and there was no denying the growing attraction between them.

He accepted enthusiastically, and she unlocked the door. She led him to the living room, and his eyes lit up, “You have a piano!”

She laughed, “Why yes, it came with the house,” he looked confused so she continued, “When I moved in, it was here. I asked the former owners about it, and they said it had been here when they moved in, and it seemed wrong somehow to take it with them, not to mention neither of them played. So I had it restored, and decided to keep it.”

“Do you play?”

“I…dabble. I played for years when I was a kid and I was proficient, but didn’t retain much. But I like to sit down and pick my way through a piece once in a while. Do you play?”

He grinned, “May I?”

“Of course! I just had it tuned a couple of months ago. I’ll be right back,” she headed to the kitchen to get them some wine, and was amazed to hear Mozart – played flawlessly – wafting through the house.

She walked into the living room, and after putting down the glasses of wine, looked at him with a stunned expression. When he finished the piece, she beamed and clapped her hands.

He blushed, “I attempted to make it as a concert pianist, but it never panned out. That’s why I’m now an accountant.”

“THAT wasn’t good enough? Are you kidding? You play beautifully!”

He took a sip of his wine and grinned, “Thank you, I’m glad you think so,” he put his glass down, and started playing a little more, this time some Gershwin, “This piano is beautiful. Whoever did the restoration did a great job.”

She ran her hand absently over the smooth finish, “For what I paid for it, I’m glad to hear you say so,” she looked down at him and saw him watching her hand move on the surface. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and the air in the room became charged.

Play Me

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Black Widow


He thought it was safe to come home with me, a small frail looking pale girl with the most twerkable ass. He was too drunk to drive home, I said, come to my place it’s close by. My glass still full, he didn’t question it, what I was doing there. He just wanted me. My apartment was on the top floor, down the long hall, so dingy and dirty you could tell over half the places in this building were vacant. He stumbled beside me, I held his hand gently as I led him to my door at the end of everything. As soon as I turned the key, the door swung open, he pushed me against it til we swung back into the wall behind, he kissed me hard but I kissed him harder. I pushed him back as I locked the door behind us. I sat right up on the counter and slid my skirt up slowly, he couldn’t wait he pressed right against me, his fingers desperate and fumbling trying to unhook my stockings. I leaned back, running my fingers through his hair with one hand, while the other hand slid across the kitchen counter gripping tightly around the handle of a knife. I pulled him by his hair, kissing him and stealing his eye contact, he hadn’t noticed my hands anyways. His hands were busy between my legs, sliding my panties to the side trying to please me. Before he knew it I sunk the knife deep into his chest, his blood pouring out all over my hands… and before I knew it he was just another mess to clean up. I pulled my blood stained shirt over my head, my skirt, dropped it ontop of him, washed my hands.

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Sex & Candy

Hangin’ round downtown
By myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think
About myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly

Sex and Candy
I smell sex and
Candy here
Who’s that lounging
In my chair
Who’s that casting
Devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely
Is a dream

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Defining X




X: The one syllable you use to refer to that chick you were with before me, who’s name escaped your mind the moment your mouth screamed out mine…

X: The letter your tongue traces out when you mark that sweet, sweet spot…

X: -rated moves when I’m on top.


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