I smile at you, hinting at the pleasures ahead, and silently point to the zip at the back of my dress…

Maybe you’re smiling as I stumble to put my feelings into words. But I’m trying to do her justice, you know?

Success=Assinchair

In my errant life I roamedTo learn the secrets of women and men,Of gods and dreams.I’ve known all the countries of our world,I’ve lived a thousand lives:Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I...

Cuz I can count on one hand the men who’ve loved me, not in the Biblical sense—I don’t have enough digits for that—but who have truly loved me.

Do women in love feel as men do? Do men love as women love? His virgin bride shared her pipe-frame bed all smiles and laughter. When they were intimate to the last degree on that...

Were men and women ever really just friends?

If only women were not so fickle and men were not so cruel.

Ah, lust. It makes us forget anything we want to. The greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant.

No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.

I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.