Shower Time. Hearing the shower run, I feel next to me, finding your warm body no longer there. I walk to the bathroom door, careful not to attract your attention… watching as you undress, your delightful body glowing from the remnants of last night’s massage oil and naughty sex… Your back still turned to me, you step in under the shower. Watching you wet your beautiful dark hair, bending over to grab the shampoo… Seeing...

Ek wil jou teen ‘n muur vasdruk, jou sug voel as my mond op joune land…die honger na mekaar proe, as jou tong teen myne dans. My hand soekend na joune. As ek hulle vind, sag oor hulle streel voor ek hulle styf vasgryp. My ander hand deur jou hare trek… af teen jou rug, oor jou nek… orals saggies oor jou ontblote vel streel. Jou omdraai, en jou hande bo jou kop vasdruk, net net styf genoeg om ‘n welkome siddering te ervaar...

Fleeting Valentine For but a fleeting moment, be my Valentine, Before you swiftly dart away. A silent call on my lips: “Be mine!” But silent, ‘cause you shouldn’t stay… A naughty air around us, thoughts overtaken by desire… Thoughts of your skin against mine, bodies moving, fuelling our fire. An evening too short, but moments captured in time - Moments interlaced with wine, shared with my Fleeting Valentine… 💋