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Sticky Situations

My habit of walking around the apartment naked has clearly become a source of concern for Sir.

Sir grumbled as he meticulously applied opaque stickers to our windows. "Why did you do that?" I inquired. "Because you walk around naked. I don't want our neighbours to film you, making you a FikFap star." "I'll start wearing clothes." Sir examined me, l...

Unerotica - Cornflour

Who gets to decide what's erotic or not?

He’d watched something on the TV, I could tell. He placed a blanket on the floor, stripped me naked and sprinkled cornflour all over my body. His hands glided over me, effortless and frictionless as he massaged my breasts and body. Until… Crevices were ex...

It Was Her Turn

Being awakened could have rewards...

Again that, thin, tentative, yet demanding cry. Sleeps sensuous pit rejects him as he unwillingly, swings his feet to the floor. Wifely shape slumbers on, oblivious. Her turn, too. Forgetting sleep, as cold air strikes bed-warm chest. Weary legs stagger t...

The Way It Is

Just one sleepless night with love...

Up, unwilling, Out of sleep’s sensuous pit, Again, the cry, thin, tentative, Third, this night? Fourth? Wifely form slumbers on. Up, cold night air slaps bare chest Stagger on bed-weary legs One hand to pat infant back Other gropes around squalling baby-f...

Love's last quatrain

Occasionally, even little pigs may recognise pearls amid their sty

I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face - a doleful mask - Proclaim...

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For Want of You

I cannot breathe.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This sultry, shimmering wall of blazing heatIs as misplaced in the night as aCreature of darkness exposed in the day.I step outside and walk to meet you,The cave...