Tag Archives: queer
My hips fly off the bed, Like birds, You kneel between my open thighs, Two fingers inside of me, I’m jerking myself off, Straddling my clit, My cunt open and wet. And with a twist, Your arm, pushing forward, You … Continue reading
Looking over to the library storage closet door, As the Viagra clock ticks, I imagine how it was; I am on the floor, You kicking me hard across the slick tiles. (Robert is so floor-proud, like a pervie housewife, Never … Continue reading
Fucking you is like walking on coals; I move forward, feet tender, And I, tenacious, Your hand inside of me, A slap to my chest and I open. My heart is in a cave, The cave deep and dark, My … Continue reading
I looked up. I was visiting Seattle, and this was the first ceiling I’d seen. My trick’s mother-in-law apartment had been refinished recently. The living room was paneled in real wood; not tacky rec room paneling, but rather 1930’s cabin resort fir planks. The ceiling was low and painted cream. I could see a thin crack the shape of Italy running diagonally near the northwest corner. It was clean and smooth, with no spider webs or dust. There was one couch, a wood and leather sling chair, a reddish Oriental carpet, and a music stand in the room, but not much else. Wine-colored velvet drapes hung at the room’s small window.