when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now


On Both Knees

June 24, 2017

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life

Sanam Sheriff

i have fantasies about my sister-in-law. Hmm.. i’d like to finger her slowly, getting her all wet and dripping, taking my time easing more fingers into her until she’s bucking and begging me to fuck her. Then I’d lick her lightly and curl my fingers into her sweet spot and tease her even more until she wheezes and groans “pleasepleasepleaseplease” and then finally i’d put the vibrator in her and fuck her fast and hard until she’s yelling “moremoremore”.


Morning Sex

June 24, 2017


June 24, 2017

Thank you for the selfie
I wish you’d move your hand
I want to see your lovely cock
I want to see it stand –

then made love again

June 21, 2017

We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more, quiet and dark and unspeaking and unthinking and then like a shower of meteors on a cold night, we went to sleep.

Ernest Hemingway
True At First Light


June 20, 2017

20th June

Long, hot night. Such intense darkness is the property of poets, madmen and lost lovers. Laying beside you reminds me of last summer, when we lay on the hot sand and the incoming tide cooled our naked bodies. I can still taste the salt on my fingers. Joined with you then, I became submerged in your wondrous depths and your body sang this song only I could hear.

I only exist beneath the tips of your slow moving fingers; the rest of my body is smoke,  lacking substance or form. Only where you touch me is there any true existence.

‘My religion is pleasure,’ you once said. Do you remember that? Then I proposed a toast to drowning mermaids and angels with broken wings. You laughed; Gabriella laughed too.

Gabriella desperately wanted you to love with her. She lay on her back with her legs spread and you handed her a red candle. ‘Pour the hot wax on yourself,’ you said. ‘On your breasts first, then on your belly.’

She did it for you, too. Her madness was equal to yours. She had lost herself in the chaos that is you. Suddenly she was sharing all the secrets and scars at the heart of your soul –


I love the twilight. That moment of melting colours before everything dissolves into darkness –

Sunday Sex Confession…

June 18, 2017

Another glorious day: sun-drenched, hot; the sky and moor hinged on the horizon in an orange glow at dawn. Time for the breakfast gin and some sleaze –

Very much in the mood for a boy to let me play with his cock. I want to start off just casually stroking it and exploring it for my own fun. After awhile, I will get an evil smirk on my face and stare at him with “a predator is about to torture their helpless prey” look. I then start deliberately teasing his cock and saying naughty things, hopefully causing him to involuntarily moan and twitch. I want to offer to go down on him, but only if he really begs for it. I spend a good while not giving into him, teasing him more, all because I’m enjoying torturing him too much. When I feel he’s gotten as desperate as he can get, I give him that relief he needs. After he gets off in my mouth, I’ll smile and ask if he enjoyed himself. I’ll kiss his cheek and pull him in close, while he slowly drifts off to sleep.