by Richard King Perkins II Copyright ©2026 immune to consequence— we took no precautions. She stripped off her flimsy summer garb and laid back on the sheetless bed— just an old mattress really covered only in dust. Though quite young, neither of us was inexperienced and our sex was dually gratifying. We sneaked from the tavern just before closing leaving only a small stain and a larger spot where the dust had stuck to her sweaty backside. All she took with her was a sm

by Pause Reflect Move Forward Copyright ©2026 There he was Sitting at my table He was hungry And ready to eat Every wet glistening inch of my juicy sweet meat His hands on either one of my knees While he bowed before me Willing and ready to please I looked at him Confused And thought to myself I’m so tired of being used He abused His privilege To taste my honey Now? He knows what it feels like About the author: Pause Reflect Move Forward writes across multiple forms of p

by Jon Petruschke Copyright ©2026 her smile all the way into her girlfriend's room after church girlfriends speaking in tongues flower behind her ear her girlfriend's in her mouth tippy-toes on the wall reaching a little further into her girlfriend About Jon Petruschke Jon Petruschke is the author of two books: Dream Haiku: Poems from Nights and Naps and the recently released Cherry Blossom: Erotic Haiku. He lives in Portland, Maine where he practices psychotherapy, walks in

by Patrick Trombly Copyright ©2026 The arch triumphal, raised above your head, pointe flexed and strapped to idol-worshipped calf – stiff-necked and flat, you stare up at that red. She executes adeptly her piaffe (she deftly steps). Her dress, brushing your chin, whiffs perfume from beneath black silken sheen. Startling stabs from her stiletto pin alert you to the turn in her routine: the piercing spear that punctures your conceit. You flinch - so swiftly she brings you