My favorite time of day is morning. Early morning before he awakens. I like to look at the planes of his face, the sharpness of his cheekbones and strength in his jaw as he rests. The curve of his ... READ the POST
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Journal Entry #735 Dear Journal- We are no closer to finding the love of our life. Not even a half step. In fact at this moment as I type this entry to you, I sit in a well lit spot in the ... READ the POST
For Once
It started out simple; smiles exchanged. Then words and the words became lyrical; threatening to pull the stiff work clothes off my skin. Then we had lunch–that turned into drinks after 5 pm and ... READ the POST
The Christening
“So what do you think?” “I think you did mighty fine. Mighty fine. This is perfect.” And it was. Plush grass, big beautiful palm trees lined the property providing protection from the bright hot sun. ... READ the POST
My Muse
My muse has smooth dark brown skin that I like to caress when I need some real inspiration to weave my tales. He has dark piercing eyes that see deep inside of me, so he knows what I’m working with to ... READ the POST
After The Sunrise
Later that day, after an intense bout of lovemaking where he showed her the wonders of how else his talented tongue can be used to make her toes curl, they relaxed on their balcony— sitting in their ... READ the POST
