Otherwise the night is too dark. She is my slave goddess. It is something of a paradox. For some it is difficult to reconcile. Her body is mine, to instruct, to enjoy, to discipline, to pleasure, to torture, to tease, to arouse, to undress, to direct. To use as I please. Sexually she us completely under my control. I have no idea of the reasons or circumstance behind the statue in the photograph. A goddess and a slave.

My blend of erotic poetry and short stories. This Blog is for Adults Only. Saturday, July 25, 2015. Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Watch my body every movement,. As the softness of her lips,. Slowly dragged across the surface of my sex harden flesh.

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The glamour industry is known more for its divorces than blockbusters. The tabloid article had an image of Gwen in her wedding dress, looking absolutely happy and it got me wondering.

A priestess, holding a sacred chalice up to the Gods. Her fingers are not from the delicate porcelain hands of a doll. They are warm and vibrant against each side of my neck. Muscles in my neck strain to resist falling to Her gravity. A gentle head shake and a wicked smile. Her eyes tell me that this will not be rushed. Despite the Thunder, rolling in my Chest. I remain a compliant vessel.

Where have I been? December 24, 2016. The end of 2016 approaches and I am in a cloud with no idea of where time disappeared this year.

On February 8, 2015. Lovers Creek is easy to overlook. While living in Alcona Beach near Lake Simcoe, I crossed it twice each workday, but unless you happened to turn your head at precisely the right moment, you would surely miss it. On March 4, 2014.

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Enter at Your Own Risk. 8211; November 29, 2016. , April 7, 1947. 8220;You somehow see,. Inside me, when I lay down,. No more silent treatment, I am scream.