Indie boy - blast from the past

"I remember how good you were at sucking my cock, and by the way I'm married now and all I do is look. 

I think we could have been together. You were special. I was a mess. I owe you an apology. I remember just how good you use to taste, and by the way I moved to Dubai and the weather is lovely there and I became a teacher. 

Do you remember fucking in my car? I remember your beautiful mouth. Your eyes and your cunt and by the way I broke your heart."

All I can remember is pain. 

I'm not laughing

Run your hand up my milk white thigh. Stroke me, kiss me, touch me again.

Make love to me, that's how it feels. Make love but don't love me at all. 

I am no shackle to you, I am no burden. My crime is in excitement. I wouldn't like you if you didn't screw me. I like you best when you do. 

I can't get enough of you. You're fresh excitement. You make me come countless times. It feels like a dream.  I watch your muscles twitch as you breath. I can't cope in binds and restrictions. Why do you get to dictate how it is? 

Unless we're together we're not together. Take each single hole and fill it up. Let me kneel at your feet. Let me suck you. Let me like you. Don't ruin this for yourself. Just let me in. 

Dancing in ghosts

The noises you make are inhuman. They're animal and raw. They are sing song. Mauling expressions of loss and pleasure. Ebb away. Bleed out. Empty yourself inside me.

The pressure of your body against me. The pleasure of it all. That poignant bliss. Dancing in ghosts. Moving together. Hold me until it stops, just hold me. 

Quick jokes

I am bent over rummaging for clothes from the wash basket. I hear him crack his belt and unbutton his shorts. I feel his hand on my hip. I feel his cock pushing between my thighs. He's inside me and fucking me in less than a moment. Hard even thrusts. I watch his toes grip the floor boards. I hear him groan. He pulls himself from my cunt and ejaculates all over my creamy soft skin. My bottom, my back, my shoulder, my thighs. He smears it in.

The comedian - in under 30 words

What is this white and blinding light? It runs my veins from toe to finger tip. It heats up my bones. Such beautiful energy. It binds us together, so tight.