Without a Word by: Soulfury66 Soft skin beckons to be touched, smooth curves slope at tender touch. Hands cling desperate in warm embrace, moist lips kisses upon my face. Breaths blow warmly on exposed flesh, Intertwined bodies and heaving breast Clutching,grasping, *******, grabbing render helpless all worth having Locked in loves erotic desperation Heighten emotions with sweet sensations supple breast with harden nipples, tongue circles making bodies ripple No thoughts spoken, words are communicated passions describe what needs facilitated soft moaned messages a… 続きを読む

Bagboy memoirs The small asian girl who worked the checkout lane number 6 was kinda cute. Yet she never gave me a second look. Also she was kinda snooty as if her shit didn't stink. Sometimes I'd flick my tongue at her when she glanced over. She would always give me a frozen cross-eyed look over her heavy black rimmed glasses. Always following up with a impromptu middle finger, she was classic. The hours took its toll on me as I bagged countless groceries and cleaned up spills on aisle 12. Why they don't leave a bucket and mop in the aisle all the time is beyond me. My day was finishing up an… 続きを読む

"The Shower" Silhoutte behind frosted glass, sounds of pouring rain running fast, the splish-splash of droplets plummeting to puddled shower floor the sight from behind makes me want you some more, Easing quiet I crept, awake from dream time slumber slept. Steamy mist cloud a bathroom mirror soft lathered skin when I get near her, shes startled a moment but is rest assured, trickle-splash as the water still pours. hot relaxing and soothing, 2 hearts entwined barely moving. Reaching around massaging her skin, my hands admire her face within Water engulfs me I come up for air, h… 続きを読む

SMALLTOWN GIRL A very small town, so small and laid back one might think they were reinacting those old paintings by Norman Rockwell on the Saturday Evening Post. A small general store that had its own nostalgic appeal. With barber shop right beside it with red candy stripe barber pole and all. A long porch where local elders sat and chewed the fat til it was supper time. I had been in the little town less than a few days, merely breezing through, taking an odd job at a nursery so I could have gas fare and money for food as I trekked across the Great States. The locals drew on me quickly know… 続きを読む