Sated lust

  Taut muscles, beads of sweat, eyes clenched shut, It's hardwork not to halt. Though, a minute is barely past.   Tightly, she holds on to you. She would not let go. For it is not time yet. It's her way. It's her style. It's what you lusted for.   You body tells you, You …

STOP the cutting

    Tête-à-tête In the beginning, they were but whispers of ample sized women. Mother was their queen. Then, father agreed.   Sealed! Stamped! My fate is decided. To the chalk faced man we must now head! Mother told me in her gentle voice, the rites must be done to protect my loins. Yet my …