The painful paradox that is America — “You should carry a gun,” this guy at my gym told the ladies when one of them mentioned this weird guy she saw in the parking lot. “We don't call 911 (with a gun image).” This is a famous decorative sign here in Texas. I’ve seen it hanging on people's…

I hope our time comes. — There is a man… And what a man he is. He makes me sigh, weep and crave. He is real…(you know what I mean). Hardworking, honest, resilient, focused, a little wild…a little silly, funny, and much more. He is human, as raw as they get. Flesh, blood, sweat, tears….every emotion…

A female hard-on — Dripping…glistening string of beads…the wetness couldn't contain itself anymore. After sucking and savoring his cock for a long time, I got on top of him, spreading my legs wide so he could see as I slowly squatted…hovering on top. We were both looking, couldn’t control it. We love looking at…

Being written in the real world…Gilead personified. — “Blessed be the fruit.” But what about the tree? The tree that carries, nourishes, and creates the fruit. “Fuck..ed be the tree?” (Well literally yes, there has to be Fucking to create the fruit I am talking of, but seriously…humor aside. WTF?) If you don't know what I am talking about, then get out…

Love will always silence other noises. — Love lives in moments… Ebbs & Flows… The rest is just noise, it's just two people struggling to get to those moments… The moments…those precious rare moments, where love lives, thrives. We have a lot of that noise, my love and I. But the moments….ah, those moments, fleeting, beautiful…they make…

We found the ultimate love of our lives in adultery — Beyond us… It truly is beyond us. I have no words to explain this. What we share, the love, the understanding, the comfort, the longing, the desire…it’s infinite. We were talking about it, how our feelings just keep evolving and growing, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, only this…

Thrifty Word Challenge 50 #85: Hovel — My heart was a hovel… A shanty, shack, tumble-down hut Messy, unpleasant…crude It used to be infested, dark & damp. Miserable, wretched but guess what? Along he came, with a golden shovel… Repaired, restored…decorated even The power of love… heals and transforms The hovel now…no longer Almost feels like heaven. …

I don’t want to have to choose. — What makes me happy? Ah, the answer to that looks like that big old firmly rooted tree with numerous long twisted spread-out branches and deep invisible roots. That just came to me as I tried to visualize myself… I wish I was a bird, but I am not…I am a big mature oak. Is…

A window to heaven — We had a weekend, it was a pre-birthday celebration for him. My love, my lover…I had finally found time to get away and we made the most of it. My body is still feeling the sweet aches from the incessant, rampant debauchery that occurred over this weekend, but the longing…