[bruised thigh]

13 12 2017

bruised thigh
as his fists lands again
a guttural moan


Music Time

3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

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A Series of Steps

12 01 2014


Smooth cheeks held in place

Skin dimpled, body in wait

He selects his tool



His arm pulls up high

She feels him ready to strike

The paddle descends



Oak on tender flesh

Shock waves pulse though her body

Moan escapes the lips