Measured in Mia Years, five months of celibacy feels like dog years — and I’m overdue for trouble. What is one forgotten night to five months but a blink of an eye? I wish I knew. I wish I could feel, I wish I could remember that last time. A whisper lost to the wind. I am a woman. A fully grown woman with needs, just like a lustful man who can’t control his. I can’t jump on the first good-looking man I see. What if he only wants my body and tosses me aside when he’s done? Except I want him for his body — and everything between his thighs. Am I wrong for being honest? Or just not him? Such a double-edged sword. My nails dig into his back while he squeezes the sheets. My walls grip him tighter than ever before. It’s not enough for him to know my desires — I want him to feel what went unappreciated for so long. My breath races like a 5k, sweat tracing my skin. Our lips tango while my toes curl, untouched — until he wraps them in his mouth. He drives deep like the big...
Welcome to a realm where passion and poetry converge. On this blog, I craft erotica through a blend of evocative poetry and tantalizing short stories, each piece designed to stir the senses and awaken hidden desires. Immerse yourself in a world where the art of seduction is expressed in lyrical verses and gripping narratives. Dive into a journey where pleasure is expressed through the delicate dance of words and stories, and let your fantasies come alive.