Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Shiraz

Hands Study By Ivan Alifan

Stuck on the couch

It’s 3:27 in the morning

The wine stain on my shirt reminds me of the leftover wine in my glass

I take a sip

And a few more

It’s 4:30 am and I am suddenly awakened by a thump between my thighs

I try not to call you because I like to wake up alone

And you like to tell me sentimental things

But I need the company of your warm lips to take the edge off

The way your tongue massages the parts of me that are most sensitive

With a kiss she is reassured she will be cared for

My body is so light

So warm

Floating at the thought of you caressing me right now

Planting my fingers in my mouth for preparation

Visions of your face framed between my thighs

With this look of hunger in your eyes

I could no longer wait

Lightly gliding my fingers across my clit

Nipples growing

Breathing heavy

Your name slipped a few times as I got closer

Gripping onto the cushion beneath me as if I am falling

That intense feeling,

Building

And

Building

..

A sudden breeze from my window glazed over my body

cooling me down

Sweat sitting on top of my skin,

slowly evaporating

Just like my visions of you

And the rest of the wine in my glass

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

All Summer

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Summer Art By Eris Fischl

We can’t keep doing this

A magnetic force when you’re around

So much sexual chemistry

I have morals

But even on Sundays,

Impossible to keep my panties dry

Heart skips at the sound of you

Just the smell of you makes me moist

I don’t mind performing

I don’t get stage fright

I want to spend all summer in you

Let’s do laps in this bed

I want to drown in you

For old time sake

We can’t keep doing this

You meet me around the corner at five

Massaging my now clean hands with Shea Butter

I can’t wait to run my fingers down your spine

Between your thighs

My fingers meet your smooth lips

I am fluent in the language that your body speaks

It gestures that I should find the deepest parts of you

The warmest part of you

The sweetest part of you

But for real, this is the last time

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Zai

 Peach color

Sweet as organic honey

Salivating at the thought of you

You move as if you know you’re being watched

And I enjoy the view

I enjoy you pleasing yourself

whining your hips against your fingers

My favorite actually

I love when you serve them to me

After they’ve been so deep in your sea

Onto this soft platter

one at a time

I remove the sweet gold from your fingers

in between your fingers

Savoring every drop of it

licking the remains of you off my bottom lip

That usually gets you wetter

You part your thighs

Showing me your sweet peach

Glistening like honey

Posted in Free Thought, Misc., New Post, Poetry

Our Complex Emotions

Divide By Lionel Smit

I don’t expect you to understand me

I expect a deep connection

One that stimulates my brain and have me weak at the knees

I don’t want you to be attached to our relations

Leave me with the satisfaction that you don’t need me

Come back to me when you’re detached from the idea of us

Lets reach a peak and leave

Just to come back and reach it again

Until we can no longer feel

That way it won’t hurt

Not a bottle could compare to this feeling

Not a blunt in this world could compare

An addiction you’ve never experience

One without real attachments

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

What You Made Me Do

Mother, May I By Marianna Tomaselli

Lost in the way you stare into my eyes

I stumble over my left foot

My cheeks immediately turn red and my armpits are wet

Somehow, my panties are too

The smirk on your face was confirmation that you like to see me in distress

I reminded myself 10 times white jeans were a mistake

But, for some reason you convinced me

except, you weren’t even present

The red wine you bought was visible on my crotch

resembling a period stain

She demanded that I remove my jeans and she would replace them

What she came down with was not what she promised

As if she promised anything at all

My heart began to pound loudly

I was afraid she would hear

Hands began to feel clammy

I was hoping she wouldn’t ask for my hand

Yet, she asked for both

She directed me to her cold floor

where I slowly planted my knees on, firmly

This replacement was much better than I’d imagine

It looked a lot bigger from down here

She demanded I that I make it disappear, so I did.

That night, I left with more than a fantasy.

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Safe Word

I am invisible to you

So I think

I fantasize about you daily

In hopes of manifesting you into my bed

Or yours

Intertwined in your soft thick thighs

You take the lead this time around

Planting kisses on every sensitive spot

Wrap your hand around my neck

That grip just makes everything that much more intense

Don’t hold back

I’m no angel

Treat me roughly

Do what comes to mind

My only safe word is more

It’s what I desire

Posted in Erotica, Poetry

6 a.m.

Still got the taste of you on the tip of my tongue

Legs wrapped around my neck like bear hugs

Sheets wrinkled;

gripped by your fingers

Scratches look like art on my shoulders

Moaning til the sun comes up

But I’ll still be down here

Posted in Free Thought, Misc.

This is Where I had my Exes Fucked Up

Love comes. Love goes. But it often comes back. Whether it be with your previous partner or with someone else. So I encourage you to live your life to the fullest the way you want. Don’t ever change how you view yourself because you are hurting. You are enough and you are absolutely worthy. Relationships either make us or break us; mostly they make us the person we strive to be. My past relationships were toxic because I was toxic and I was careless. I was living my life and not thinking about the emotional headspace my partners were in. My first relationship, I was given permission by my girlfriend at the time to go and experience another woman. I really liked this woman at the time, so I went ahead and experienced someone else and it was horrible. Everything about that night was horrible! That next morning my girlfriend at the time came in the apartment to pick me up and I still thought nothing of it. All three of us sat on the couch just talking about what we should do that day and later that day we all went to the mall. Once we were in the mall I realized that I was the hugest asshole because of the way she was treating my girlfriend and in a way I indirectly gave her the okay to feel superior to her. I lost interest immediately and my girlfriend cried in the mall. After my ex and I broke up I hooked u with that girl again and the sex was just horrible, I don’t think we had chemistry at all, it was not working. We were working strictly with appearances; I was attractive and so was she.

My second relationship was with an older woman. I was about 18; I had just graduated high school and she wanted me to move to Atlanta with her. I believe she was about 27 at the time. We were on completely different paths in our lives. I just graduated high school, I was looking into schools in Atlanta, she had a business she was running and she is also an artist. I don’t think we ever had that moment where we were like, “dang, I’m really into you” because the same day I got there I already knew it wouldn’t work, but I pushed for it anyway. She’s a grown woman who needs someone on her level and honestly, I wasn’t trying to be that person and I know she wasn’t trying to raise a child, because that’s exactly what I was; she would always tell me I was mature for my age, but I really wasn’t. Eventually, I moved back home and I’d get accused of cheating whenever I went out with my friends, I never cheated on her by the way, but I was just tired of it. She finally broke up with me and I was hurt because I didn’t see it coming and that felt like rejection in the worse way. My emotions weren’t in deep, thank god. She ended up calling me on and off and I thought it was fine because we were no longer together, I liked it better that way, but I just felt like I was wasting her time, I’m not what she was looking for. Then eventually she cut me off completely and I felt a way because I always wanted to be there, but in a selfish way. I was a very manipulative person, always hitting up my exes just to see if I was still on their mind.

My last relationship before my current wasn’t supposed to happen; it happened too soon I should say. She lived in San Francisco and I lived here; Minnesota. It lasted about 3 years, it was great until I stopped getting the attention I wanted. She stopped calling as much and just didn’t sound happy, I wish she would have broken it off because I tend to hold on to things longer than I should. She was a great person, but once I lose interest it’s over. Our third year I started seeing other people, I even tried hooking up with a guy, but I’m really too gay for all that. That’s a story for another time. This relationship and my first one have to be the worst shit I’ve ever done to anyone. I met a woman, who is now my partner and we got really close within a few weeks of knowing each other. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting us to get as close as we did, I planned on moving with my ex in San Francisco and it was getting harder and harder to leave because I was so interested in this woman I met. I ended up moving anyway, my ex found out I was talking to someone else and flipped out, as expected because I was a shit head. To make matters worse I had absolutely no remorse for her feelings, I simply did not care. I’m not a heartless person, but even though I didn’t care, it just felt wrong and I was confused as to why I didn’t feel her hurt. I watched her cry with a straight face and told her I was moving back home, I didn’t want to work it out. I left her in that apartment to move everything on her own, to settle the paperwork, and I left her to deal with her emotions on her own. After a few months I was disgusted with myself; so I wrote her via email apologizing. I know, how fucking selfish, you only wrote her so that you can let go of your guilt. Well, that guilt fucked me up and I deserved it. It really opened my eyes, I will never ever treat a person like that in my life ever again. I went to therapy for a multitude of reasons and the guilt I felt for hurting her was also the reason I attended. I was struggling to find out who I was and why I acted the way I did, I was completely heartless and that’s just not me! I have a heart of gold and I am the most compassionate person I know. My first girlfriend, who is now my best friend; every now and then I think about what I did to her and I hate myself. Like I said before, I tend to have a hard time letting things go.

I have been committed to this incredible woman for 4 going on 5 years now and she treats me like a queen. I have no idea what I did to deserve her. She has taught me so much about love, even though I am her first love. I have never loved a soul the way I love hers. Every single day I find myself asking how did I get so lucky? Every day I fall in love even more! We clicked right away, she had me writing her hella poems and shit; confessing my love. At the end of the day, don’t let an asshole like me fuck up your perception of love; I was dealing with my own shit and most of the time it has nothing to do with the people involved. If you’re blaming yourself because your partner left and cheated on you, stop it! You’re great! Someone who is unable to show you the respect you deserve doesn’t need to be in your life. If you’re feeling insecure after he/she cheated on you, don’t; they’re the ones with the problems. If you never want to love again, too bad, it’s going to happen and you will find someone who appreciates all of you whether you like it or not! After all that bullshit I put women through, I was given chances after chances to make it right. We do change, in yo face, bitches!