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

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

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

“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

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

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

“Do you like it?” The anticipation of his response could be heard in her eager lilting voice and he was happy it pleased her to