Reflections in the Mirror


An All Too Well Known Pain


Bottled Up

Do Not Cry

Do You Know Me

Missing You



Sweet Bird

The Mirror


What Am I

Without You


Forbidden Pleasures

Forbidden Pleasures

Place your hand upon my hot, throbbing orifice.
Now glide your middle finger down
Into the moist, sticky sweetness,
Curling it ever so slightly as you pull out.
A soft moan of ecstasy passes my quivering lips,
As once again you enter me.
Can you not feel my smoldering lust?

Push open my pale tender legs slowly,
As you climb on top of me, then draw back
Like a cat getting ready to pounce its prey.
Your face is so close to my burning crotch,
I can feel your warm breath against my inner thigh.
I bite down on my lower lip in anticipation,
As you tease and taunt me with soft kisses,
Starting at my knee and gradually moving downward.
You are so tantalizingly close to me!

My loins ache for your touch.
Ever so slowly, you run your tongue
Across my lips, circling around my groin,
Quickening the pace and drawing nearer
With each completed round,
Until I am thoroughly worked into a frenzy,
And require a more solid form of satisfaction.

My hands under your arms, I pull you on top of me.
My left hand rising to touch your gorgeous face,
As my lips lock to yours in a passionate kiss.
I can still taste the sweetness of my own juice!
With my right hand, I graze your heated skin,
As I reach down to grasp your thick cock.
I massage it back and forth until it is
Fully erect and dripping with excitement.

I look into your eyes and see that you are ready,
And with a single, powerful thrust,
You penetrate me, oh so deeply.
I moan in absolute pleasure,
And silently beg you for more.

In and out, in and out,
Digging deeper and deeper into me
With each vigorous plunge.
The sweat pours from your brow,
And your muscles strain from exertion,
Until, at last, you have reached your climax.
A wave of orgasmic pleasure crashes
Over your tingling, sultry body,
And a river of salty cum erupts
From your hardened cock.

Your breath quickens to meet your thrusts,
While you clinch your teeth to keep
From screaming in sheer ecstasy.
And as the last once of strength
Is squeezed from your shaking body,
You collapse heavily onto my chest,
Making pillows of my breasts.

Your breath begins to calm,
As exhaustion replaces your lust.
And as you lie, I run my gentle fingers across
Your still shaking skin, feeling its almost satin texture.
And a quiet giggle emits past my lips.
You look up to see a mischievous
Little grin forming across my face,
Now, I say, Its my turn.