summer makes me horny.
D2 makes me horny.
my current man.
take me take me take me
rearrange me

woke up this morning
your fingers touching me
teasing me
fucking me.

merciless you are
till i shake and scream.
cum once cum twice
three times.

my current man.
my current obsession.


April 21, 2008. men, sex. 1 comment.

letters to a boy-face. trois

Dear D2,

i realize i don’t want to fall in love with you
i can not
i will not

but i guess i already have

not the sweet sugary love
the rough tough love

the wrap my legs around you
suck and bite you
kind of love

the fuck me
fuck you
dirty love is all i have for you.

April 19, 2008. dating, men, sex. Leave a comment.


i stir from sleep
as Seb moves beneath the sheets
and between my legs.
the perfect wake up call.

it’s been a weekend of sex.
empty gatorade bottles and condom wrappers litter my floor.
the air smells of it,
our skin tastes of salt.

get closer, get closer
lean on me now, lean on me now

I count my blessings having Him around.
1 2 3 4 … I could go on forever.

I love that I can say nothing and you know everything.
I love that you play with the tight curls of my hair.
I love that you smile when you sleep.
I love that your eyes say more that your words.
I love that you love me more than any man has.
I love that I love you more than I have loved any other man.
I hate that I do the hurtful things that I do.
But most of all I would hate if you ever found out.

We lay about my bed. Limbs tangled.
I hear him breath softly has he sleeps and my mind wanders.
I watch him smile off in his dreams.
My phone beeps
message pending

It’s D. Call me. We need to talk.

My heart sinks, and so it begins.

November 23, 2007. C'est Moi, memory, men, sex. 2 comments.

quick quick

we have to be quick.

no time for pleasantries.
no time for sweet words.

You pull up my skirt and rip at my stockings.
I tug at your belt and free you from you jeans.

I stride you, kissing you hard.
Your tongue in my mouth, our bodies pressed hard against each other.
I buck harder and harder, pull at your hair.
Your fingers dig in to my skin.

biting fucking biting fucking biting fucking

I scream soundlessly, your groans vibrate through my skin.
collapse on the floor
sweaty messy sweaty messy and wet

November 15, 2007. love, men, sex. 2 comments.

night night

RL is in the next room.
As I type this.
The very next room
she is with D.
I can barely hear muffled conversation.

I press my ear against the door

We are at D’s place.
RL found us here
Thankfully not caught yet.
Or do I want to get caught.

Caught with D’s thigh between mine
pressed up against the wall
biting his lip
as I always do.

RL opens the door

“night night” she says.

With a wave she closes the door behind her.
We are safe
safe for another night.

D comes in now.


I am lying on my floor in superman boy shorts,
smoking a stale benson
as Seb flicks his tongue across my nipple.

“your skin is dark” he says

“dark as night?” I ask.

“dark as night.” he replies with a sharp suck and a teasing smile.

November 1, 2007. C'est Moi, dating, love, men, sex, Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

put you to bed

It comes in flashes
these sex haze memories.

I sit astride him
slowly griding my hips against him.

He breathes deep and heavy
as he enters me gently.

My lips hard on his
as I scream in to his mouth.

His eyes watching my body move, back arched
legs wide.

I tug at his shirt as we lie in the dark,
covering his chest in red kisses.

never breaking rythm
never breaking time
my way
your way
stroke suck kiss bite inhale exhale dirty sexy

up against the wall
legs wrapped tight around you
skin sore
ripped up by brick wall

He puts me to bed
slides up my body
He puts me to bed
wraps me in nothing but his love
He puts me to bed
He puts me to bed.

October 16, 2007. love, men, sex. 5 comments.

truth be told

I find it hard to lie
or at least i used too
Yet false words tumble out of my mouth
with such convincing ease.
I shock myself sometimes
at what I find myself saying
at any given moment.
What is it I lie about?
About the man lying right next to me.

D is back.
I see him for quick lunches
and illicit sex.
I lie to Seb, tell him there is no one but he for my bed.
As D dips lazily underneath the covers
between legs.

October 14, 2007. C'est Moi, dating, sex. 2 comments.

letters to a boy-face.

Dear D,

I realize I can’t hate Red-Leggings.
She loves you.
Like I once did, and sort of still do.
She doesn’t know me, who I am or was to you.
She smiles to much for a girl sharing a boy.
There is no hurt.

Dear D,

What Seb has, you seem to lack.
What Seb has, I need.
What I need is commitment.
I will take it from him,
But do I still wait for you?

Dear D,
Last night was our final night.
I push you out of bed and on to my floor, right next to your clothes.
I watch you pull your jeans on, over your naked legs for the last time.
I watch your chest rise and fall next to mine for the last time.
Your lips crush mine deep and fierce for the last time.
I smell you on my skin and sheets for the last time.

August 13, 2007. dating, love, memory, men, sex. Leave a comment.

love is a losing game

“You said it was over.”D says tugging at my panties as I struggle to unbutton his vintage oxford blue shirt.
“What?” I am barely paying attention as I force my mouth on to his biting hard on his lower lip before ripping at the final button.
I know what I had said, I don’t need it repeated to me. Not now.
Free of my panties D lifts me to his lap. I can feel him pressing up hard against his black denim. His long fingers dig deep in to my flesh as I continue to kiss him.
Pressing our chests together I wrap my arms tightly around him, wishing to take in all of him. Breathing him in deep, having him melt in to me.
Finally breaking, I drag my nails gently down the side of his sharp jaw, biting his ear, licking the soft part that makes him tremble.
In one swift movement he has me on my back and starts kissing, nibbling, licking my skin. I feel my back begin to arch as he makes his way down past my breasts, teasing the skin around my navel and further.

We lie in a heap now, on the floor.
Why is it we always end up here?
Your chin presses against my shoulder, your warm breath brushes my cheek.
Your hand still wanders, up and down my skin as a trail of goosebumps follow.
It all seems so perfect.
Us lying here.
Your cellphone rings and I know that it is her. Wondering where you are and what you have done.
Can I tell her?
He’s made me come three times today! I would say.
He loves it when I bite his thigh.
He loves the way my hips moves in figure 8’s against him.

You don’t pick up and you wonder if she’s left you a message.
But you soon forget, as I roll back on top of you.
Leaving butterfly kisses along your cheeks.

July 27, 2007. sex. 1 comment.

trojan warrior

I peel off the condom wrapper that I spot stuck on to your elbow.
I toss it to the floor next to the Gatorade bottle that has stained your teeth and tongue.

“It smells filthy in here.” I say.
You expect a reaction as my eyes flit over your naked body.
“Red-leggings just left. I have yet to wash up.”

As I watch you disappear in to the bathroom I can’t help but wonder…
where has all the romance gone?

Caught between Shakespeare and super ribbed latex I suppose.

July 16, 2007. men, sex. Leave a comment.

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