• 川柳 · 337

    · Your lips are perfect, I say. For what? For an evening out. You don’t mean sucking cock? For that too. She turns. She presses her lipsticked lips together and wipes the corner with a little finger. Am I good? she asks. You’re a mess. Where? She turns, leans over the counter top, looks in… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 335

    · How she deceives, as though she didn’t want me to do what I do to her; as though I were to large, the thrusts too deep, the girth too wide for the width of her thighs. She pants. She grasps the sheets. She glares at the ceiling. Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 334

    · Almost close enough to be heard. She, bent over, hands on her knees, looks back at me with the shock of an approaching orgasm. She can’t make a noise. She doesn’t dare. Our guests, our visiting friends, are just an open door and hallway away. She comes, and when she does, her hands fall… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 333

    · What’s the difference between my mouth and cunt? she asks. She lies on her back, thighs still parted, hands on her breasts. Who are you asking? Your cock. The lips of your cunt kiss my cock. When I slip between the lips, the mouth of your cunt licks the bulb from every direction; and… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 332

    · Bent over my lap, fingers in her mouth, two from behind and  a thumb in her ass, I tell her not to come. I tell her she’s a slut if she comes. I tell her she’s a whore. Put your head down. Lift up your ass. I tell her she smells like cunt. Is… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 331

    · She ties my wrists above my head. She licks my balls. She presses a finger inside me. She makes my cock shudder and weep. She kisses my stomach. She tongues my nipples. She strokes the first drops semen until my cock is slippery and glistens with them. She straddles me. She puts the other… Continue Reading