The barbershop

((Alex))

Uncurl my calves.

Unfurl my knees.

Her voice,

A sharpened pin 

Piercing through

A silken sheath

Dear panties, let her in.

kissing booth

“Monica’s words become strained yelps. She’s about to come. My heart quickens. Max speeds up. The bed is now moving away from the wall. Max looks back at me one more time, slowing her stroke to hard and intermittent thrusts. She leans back and grabs one of Monica’s limp legs for stability. She stops. 

‘Come,’ Max commands.” 

cree is mad

“The force moves her face slightly but when her eyes return to mine they are charged. “I like it when you slap me.” So, I do. My hand meets her face, this time harder. All flames have been lit. With one hand pressing into my collarbone and throat she moans, “Hit me again.”

the water

“I want to feel her like I feel myself, thick, saturated, and blooming. I want to know what our waters feel like together. If we poured ourselves into the same ocean and swam, where we go. Our waters are just deep enough for a dip. Wide and true enough to dive in and come up dripping wet.”

high

“Tonight you make yourself a fire and my body a pile of matches.  I am a conflagration, every sense aflame. The only sound I can make, as you roll your hips into the perfect thrust, is a single gasp. A gasp like all the air in my body has dedicated itself to spreading this fire.”