The car's door opens briskly. She slides her legs in the passenger seat next to me. Her short navy skirt contrasts her thin white legs. My eyes wander around her fair skin to her calf high boots. Black boots. Certainly not cow leather, perhaps lamb. The car door slams shut, I push the pedal. Haven't … Continue reading Car Ride
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Tastes Like Salt
Tears taste like salt. Did you know that? He doesn’t reply. He touches my cheek. You have a pretty face, he says, pretty body too. His eyes wander down. I’ve seen this look before, from other men. He caresses my shoulder. He plays with me like a child. Don’t you like this?, he says. I … Continue reading Tastes Like Salt
For All My Girls In Line / Love Conquers All
Again we cross paths. You stop me, finally. I am ogling you up and down. It’s my favourite part of the day. Hey girl, look at you! If I am interested to date? Hell yes, I am! You caught me right on time; dating has been the one thing on my mind. You know, life … Continue reading For All My Girls In Line / Love Conquers All
Romantic Relationships
Darling, I'll bathe your skin. No?? I'll even wash your clothes. No?? Would you? That'd be awesome! Just give me some candy - candy? - before I go. Oh. Ooh. You mean that kind of candy. Of course you would want something in return. After all, you are A guy. ... I'll kiss your eyes. … Continue reading Romantic Relationships
Bondage Memory
Fetishes. What is it, what are they for? They’re actually pretty useful, you know, the way dreams are. Take this woman. She's smart, cute, playful. Or so she was before ... well, before she entered patriarchy. Cause there was of course the time she felt abandoned, rejected, humiliated. Sound familiar? Here's what you do: … Continue reading Bondage Memory
Late Night Drive
Did you get me the good ones? He asked. Puh! Of course I did. Who did he take me for? I know a good condom when I see one. It was 3 AM in the morning and I just got back from one hell of a drive. I couldn’t see where I was driving … Continue reading Late Night Drive
Love, Deep Shit.
So you see this guy on a tiny chair tapping vigorously with his foot on a drum in the middle of snowy nowhere. "Lust or love. I don’t know what’s better." Said Bluebeard. Ah yes, the eternal dilemma of our love lives. Should one go for lust, or for love? "My head you turn, my … Continue reading Love, Deep Shit.
The Critical Goose 