Muscular man and sexy girl kneeling before him, close-up

She wants to taste him

She want to kneel in front of him

Take him in her hand

And feel him against her lips

She wants to trace him with her tongue

Kiss him

Run the flat of her tongue along his underside

Wrapping it around him

She wants to envelop him with her mouth



Moving her tongue over and over

Against the most sensitive parts

She wants to feel the inside

Of her cheeks against him

To look up at him

Watch his face

Hear him react with pleasure

She wants to feel his hips and thighs

His hand in her hair

Enjoying her movement

Her sucking

Her tongue and lips

Until that moment

When he grabs her hair to hold her still

And thrusts into her

All for him

Faster and harder

Until he is spent

And she swallows




Naked Day


Here’s a game that’s fun to play;

I like to call it naked day!

To start the day, roll out of bed

And pull your nightshirt off your head.

Then take a shower just for two –

Now, get that soap all over, you!

Then dry with towels, maybe blue;

You’ll dry me, and I’ll dry you.

Then onto breakfast, coffee hot,

(And pinch you in that tickly spot).

Then hide ourselves between the sheets,

Indulge ourselves with kisses sweet.

And while we’re at it, just fo fun,

Let’s just “do it” till we’re done.

And then we nap, all intertwined,

And if you snore, I will not mind.

When we eat lunch, all nude and free,

Why don’t we watch some crap TV?

And then more naughty bedroom games;

We’ll shake the pictures from the frames!

I’ll wear my apron, nothing more,

While I cook supper you adore.

And then a special game of dice,

Where some are naughty, some are nice.

And when the moon has risen high,

You’ll be my “give it to me” guy

Well, kiss, and fondle, sigh, and play,

Oh what an awesome naked day!

Oh, the Fun They Could Have (An Homage to Dr. Seuss)


One kiss, two kiss,

Me kiss, you kiss.

Left kiss, right kiss,

Kiss all night kiss.

I’ll kiss your lips,

You’ll kiss mine.

Kissing you is

Very fine.

(One Fish, Two Fish)

You make the sun shine,

I get wet when you play,

I’d love you all night,

And then do it all day.

Oh how I would love

To be playing right now,

Cause it’s fun to have fun,

And boy, do you know how!

(The Cat in the Hat)

Would you like it in a car?

Would you do it under stars?

Would you like it in a bed,

Would you let me give you head?

Yes, I like you, mmm, hot damn!

For you so turned on I am!

(Green Eggs and Ham)

And when I undress for you in my slow way,

You’ll find that your pants grow THREE sizes that day.

I came without batteries, came without toys,

I came because you are just one sexy boy!

(How the Grinch Stole Christmas)

I’ll look up and down you, look you over with care,

And I’ll say, “I think I would prefer that you’re bare.”

And will we have fun, yes we will, yes indeed –

98 and 3/4 percent, guaranteed!

(Oh, the Places You’ll Go!)

Sex, Passion, Intimacy, Love: A “Maslow” Hierarchy of Connection


Sex….sex is biological, an appetite, a physical connection.  If the biology connects just right, there is release, a moment or moments of bliss, gratification, enjoyment.  But in the end…sex is sex.  An act.

Passion.  With passion, the connection extends, grows, enlarges, enhances.  Passion inspired feeling, bonding, abandon.  Passion goes beyond sex…but it is rooted in it.  Passion is a deeper connection, borne out of chemicals and desire.

Intimacy…ah, now we’re getting somewhere. And when joined with sex and passion, intimacy is deeply felt.  Desire is deep, connection is deep.  It is more than fleeting.  it is vulnerable, compassionate, honest, real.  Intimacy is irreplaceable by any mere shallow tryst.

But love….love can be wrapped up in all of the above.  But – at its core – love that is real is love that is chosen.  Love is action.  Love is decision.  Love is commitment.  It’s easy to mistake a lot of things for love.  But usually….all you have to do is wait.  And if it fades, if it gets inconvenient, if it slips away and falls by the wayside, it wasn’t love.

I like sex.  I revel in passion.  I crave intimacy.

I dream of love.

Sweet Dreams


Now I lay me down to sleep,

Knowing to my dreams he’ll creep.

After I begin to doze,

He’ll come and remove my clothes.

How will my sweet dream begin?

With his hands upon my skin.

And the unparalleled bliss

Of his oh so perfect kiss.

Dreaming, wrapped up in his arms,

I’ll succumb to all his charms.

Feeling his strength over me,

Surrounded by passions free,

Gazing into darkest eyes,

As his touch elicits sighs.

Drawn together by desire,

Fantasies are set on fire.

Wrapped in safety, bathed in trust,

Filled with love in every thrust.

Manly fingers laced through mine,

Rocked in tender love divine.

Flying higher with each moan,

Greedy for his final groan.

Tangled in my satin sheet,

Dreaming of his kisses sweet.

Waking to the silent scream,

Hungry for another dream.

And I drift away again

So more passion can begin.

More Words from the Personal Writing Archive

making love

(warning, somewhat explicit)

We face each other, and there is a charge in the air.  The culmination of anticipation.  Your arms come around me, and you lower your head in what feels like slow motion until your mouth touches mine. I open mine, expecting the kiss, your tongue, pressing against me.  But instead your hover, just barely touching, a hair too far away for me to reach.  I feel the whimper in the back of my throat, and though I don’t make a sound, I can feel you smile.  Your tongue flicks out once twice, barely teasing.  And then your head descends that last inch, and your mouth consumes mine.  I wrap my arms around you, and I feel your hands moving up and down along my arms before your hands move to my hair and grab two fistfuls.


We dance this way, standing flush against each other, kissing, teasing, coming together, pulling subtly apart.  I can feel you hard against me, and my breath catches when your hand eases up my ribcage and stops just short.  You pull away slightly, and you look at me in the way you always look at me…as if you truly see me, truly want to see me.  Then we kiss again.


When you direct me to sit on the bed, I smile.  You crouch on one knee and slip off first one shoe and then the other, kissing my ankle, my shin, my instep.  Then you lay me onto the spread and cover me; I so love it when you cover me.  You continue to kiss me and run your fingers through my hair, pulling back to gaze at me in a way that makes me melt.  You sit up and pull your shirt off in a swift motion, and I do the same.  Soon we are both naked.


As I lay back, you lie over and beside me, your fingertips tracing paths down my arms, across my collarbone, between my breasts.  You watch my body and your hand, and I watch you.  Your hands are a man’s hands – a real man’s hands.  And yet the touch is so gentle.  Goosebumps appear in their wake, and my body arches.  Finally a finger circles first one nipple and then the other.  I feel the touch deep inside.  You seem fascinated by the way my breasts look and feel, the way the pink buds pucker under your touch.  And then you lean down to lick one, then the other.  Back and forth your mouth moves, adding a kiss, a lick, before taking it fully into your mouth.  And though I want to watch, my body arches and my head falls back, overwhelmed by the sensations.


Your hands moves as your mouth sucks.  You are in no rush.  You trace up one thigh and down the other.  Then you reverse  Your fingertips graze the hair between them, but you do not touch yet.  I whimper a bit, wanting you to touch me, but I am patient because I love this slow slow journey.  I love the wonder that you seem to have over my body, the way it makes me feel beautiful.  I love the feel of your skin under my fingertips, the long line of your back, your chest, the way your nipples also pucker under my touch.  The soft feel of your hair as I reach behind your head and hold you to me.


You suck in a rhythm, and every few seconds I feel the sharpness of your teeth.  My hips move because they have to move, but you do not stop. You draw out every sensation.  I feel your mouth move to my neck, my chin, my ear.  Your hand slips downward again and this time I feel you slide between my thighs and touch the wetness there. Your finger slides up and down, then finds that bundle of nerves and presses, flicks, circles, until I am writhing and wound tightly and on fire.  You continue to move your finger and your tongue in rhythm until I feel myself rise inside and crash over the peak.  Every spasm  feel like something for which a word hasn’t been invented.  Your mouth moves to mine and you hold my chin and throat in place as you kiss me hard, sucking and invading with your tongue.


Then I feel you press and slide against my opening.  Your hand moves between us, and you guide yourself inside.  I can feel every inch of you as you slide in and out, in and out, holding me closely.  You tell me to look at you, and I see the intensity in your eyes.  The blue is almost swallowed up in black, and you continue to move.  In and out, side to side, around, touching every part of me.  Words of passion and lust and love pour out of my mouth because they have to, and you respond in kind.  I want to touch your face, your shoulders, to kiss you.  You shift, placing a hand under each buttock, and you fuck me in earnest.  I feel every slap against me, and I feel you inside me, faster and harder.  I arch my neck backwards as the wave overtakes me again, and I cry out, not caring who hears.  I feel your body tense, and I open my eyes. You hold me in place, pinning me with your gaze.  I see your face become taut, and I see you approaching your own peak.


And then that primal groan.  The sounds fills my ears and makes me feel powerful and victorious and passionate, and I feel the heat inside me.  And when you fall against me, I feel covered and held and protected and sated.  I love lying there as we recover, listening to our breathing and feeling you twitch inside me as your body comes down from its climax.


We never fully disconnect as you raise up off me, and you pull me into your arms where I can curl up and smell that smell of YOU in the crook of your shoulder.


It is perfect.  It is bliss.  It is everything I dreamed.

Sunday Morning



Sunlight rouses, tangled sheets,

Reach out, touch you, quick heartbeats.

My hands wander, my face smiles,

Finding hardness, working wiles.

Rolling over, face to face,

Once more, then we leave this place.

With your body cover mine.

With your kisses, arch my spine.

Bodies moving, hearts engaged,

Passions building, passions waged.

Slowly climbing, quickly fall,

Grasping, giving, taking all.

By desires, blissed and led,

Sunday morning, spent in bed.