By Lee Leslie Copyright ©2025 We bruise these bodies into jeans. They dig into us great. More marks. We worry when we disrobe like we...

By M.P. Strayer Copyright ©2025 I heard the rain at play in the lavender under the window and you wept soft tears against my neck I heard...

By Robert Beveridge Copyright ©2025 Once you started, but before it got heavy you took hold of my wrist, pushed my hand between your...

By Deanna Davidson Copyright ©2025 Black lace across the front and sides of thick thighs. Intertwining, opening a hole that's just your...

By D’Arcy Blackwell Copyright ©2025 I slide into her and—in this moment—   I exist   for one sole reason, her   pleasure as I...