With Passion

Come tear off my


Darling please

Wet your fingers

In my mouth

Won’t you please

I like it when

You are here

On your knees

Run your fingers

Through my hair

Can’t you please

Haunt me please

Want me please

Darling please

Young Wild Hearts

I want a weekend of

smoke clouds, strong

flesh, and lust

Wild thoughts

between young

wild hearts

And desire, that rampant

fire roars deeper

in the twenty-something gut

With newness,

nervousness, fear

and hunger

A hunger for all things now

I want the weekend

with desire, unplanned positions

Sturdy knees and stronger

flesh. Passions on top

of passions on top of me

Penis Problems

There is nothing worse than hearing for weeks and weeks precisely how someone would like to fuck you then finding out they actually can’t perform. A recent partner had this detailed fantasy about tasting me in the shower then fucking me on all fours from behind.

The image was enticing. So I opted in, became fully entrenched in the fantasy he was offering. It felt so real that I could feel his fingers gliding over my wet skin. When the moment finally arrived, it was laced with disappointment. As soon as his dick hit the condom it went linguini.

I get it, sometimes anxiety gets the best of us and the thing to do is pause and redirect. What bothered me was his pretending it wasn’t happening and pushing forward with the softness.

I had to say, “this isn’t working.”

He licked and fingered me to completion but it was really frustrating not to get the dick I’d envisioned.

The next morning he was excited to wake up next to me and I hid the agony of waking with a pussy strained with want. Surely we can have good sex once we get more comfortable, I thought. With cooler heads and no alcohol in our systems, I decided to give it another shot. So I gave him some attention and soon I was ready to ride. He was rock hard in my mouth, but as soon as my pussy got close to him, he deflated. What the hell? I mumbled internally. I tried stroking him and kissing his neck to get him back to the hard place, but it simply did not work. I was frustrated, but concealed it. I didn’t want to impose more stress.

I asked him, “baby, why aren’t you excited?”

He said “I am.”

Either he was in denial or somehow his mind and body weren’t communicating. He did manage to penetrate me that morning, but the dick was barely erect and truthfully, I could faintly feel it. After several minutes he went softer, softest, and stopped.

I decided to take a shower and cum with the shower head, but failed because of the frustrations circling the room.

Now two failed attempts later, I must weigh my interest in him against my hunger for satisfaction. In churning the experience over in my head, I’ve started to wonder what could cause a breakdown between excitement in the mind and a body’s ability to express it. Is there a way to reconnect mind and body for a complete sexual response?

• Image by Gregory Prescott •

Power Animal

power animal is the brand

she faked it for so long

that it finally stuck


with him

with him

there’s no hiding

he slides down her shirt

charting kisses like algorithms

up her neck

abstract to introduction

their lips meet

slippery and sweet

and it rattles

the ground she walks on

forgetting Amy Cuddy,

she can’t stand tall

with him, she’s

usually horizontal

his fingers sink inside her

like a mad painter in a stroke of genius

mixing colors together

faster and faster

he holds her closer

he sees her

on different dimensions

from lioness to whimpering mess

What if…

what if we could
go beyond

three dimensions

Paws on pause

what if I cut

my nails to touch

you with electric fingertips

What if there were no

scratches on your back

just fingers

replicating webs


circles of generous


What if

instead of sitting on your face,

stifling you with my

warrior woman essence,

I ease you against the wall

kneel before you

and peel the pants

from your hips

my mouth watering

as I look at you,

as I admire you

Office Heat (Part 3)

By the end of the week Mr. Montgomery was present but absent, tirelessly thinking of Eve. “If work comes first when do I?” He was too transfixed to bother her about the proposal so Eve worked in blissful solitude, some days not leaving her office at all.

May 30th was the day of the presentation. She arrived early and transformed the conference room into the ultimate Beard Oil fantasy. Ironically, it wasn’t until he saw the room that Mr. Montgomery was jolted back to reality. Eve looked kindly at him, pointing to his intended seat “I’d like you over there, please” and quickly moved on. He knew it wasn’t a question.

The presentation played out like poetry. Eve inducted the group into her vision like a carefully crafted seduction. Between her words, gestures, and the atmosphere she created, they were transported to another dimension. A world with an air of mystery and intrigue where the only thing they knew for sure was:

Beard Oil is the product of the future

Beard Oil has mass appeal

Beard Oil is the pinnacle of happiness and success

Beard Oil is the elixir of life 

Flannel Funds was eager to get the product to market. They closed the deal on the spot circumventing weeks of negotiations. They put a rush on manufacturing and requested Eve for all future projects. Everyone left in high spirits.

After the presentation, Mr. Montgomery stayed to help Eve pack up her materials and close the office. They were the last two in the building.

“I’m very impressed with how you handled this project. It’s beyond what I could have imagined.” In truth, it was since his imagination primarily consisted of visions of him cumming too quickly and her rubbing it in his face as punishment.
Eve beamed, “Thank you.”

“Have a drink with me Patrick,” she commanded.

“Baileys on ice?” He asked.

She nodded.

He hands her the drink and she makes her way to his desk. Her back facing the door, she rests her ass gently on edge of the desk taking in the night lights of the city beneath them.

Mr. Montgomery walks over to Eve, unsure of where to sit so he stood, scotch in hand, beside her.

“You were exceptional tonight. I noticed a reckless abandon in your tone and manner. It’s like you were in a trance and took us all with you.”

“Is that so?” Eve replied.

“No wonder they signed so quickly. I’m sure they all had hard-ons thinking of the money you’ll make them.”

“Im sorry, I shouldn—”

“Relax Patrick,” she touched his arm and smiled, “it’s nice to hear you speak candidly.”

She takes a sip and he follows suit.

“You know, I should thank you for motivating me.”

“Motivating?” He asked wide eyed, “I thought I annoyed you!”

“Sometimes you do,” Eve responded honestly.

“Well I apologize for that. I’m glad to heard I play a small part in your success, but soon you’ll have this whole industry on its knees for you. That’s all your doing.” He takes another sip.

“I also wanted to apologize for the awkwardness earlier this week. I guess I was going crazy in my head imagining things that weren’t there.”

Eve turned to meet his gaze, “Who says they weren’t there?”

Patrick’s face lit up. Eve continued, “I’ve been soaking wet this whole time. I could feel it spread more when you put the image of the industry on its knees before me.”

“Really?” he asked, growing hard.

Eve held his gaze and slid back on the desk. She spread her legs and said,

“Feel for yourself.”

Patrick turned to study her face. She was serious. He put his drink down and stood between her legs. The desire in her eye was immaculate. He pressed a kiss on her lips, savoring every second.

When he finally pulled away, he said

“I’ve been waiting for this” his words were heavy with need.

“For so long,” his hands moved from her face down the sides of her blouse, caressing her breasts.

“Tell me more,” she kissed him as his hands reached her hips and squeezed her ass gently,

“I’ve been dying” he ran his hands down the sides of her pencil skirt and eased it up, “to know how you taste.”

He got on his knees behind his desk and faced her moisture. She was more radiant than the city lights beneath them.