Listen as the wind blows From across the great divide Voices trapped in yearning Memories trapped in time The night is my companion And solitude my guide Would I spend … Continue reading
We were seated at my favorite table at Chloe’s, half way through the bottle of wine, when I noticed a man a few tables over stealing glances at little lady. … Continue reading
It was a big party because it was in two apartments. There must have been over 100 people there, maybe more. And there was always lots of alcohol at Wigger’s … Continue reading
How I met Him. Then almost lost Him. My side of the story.
Before Dancer, after Little Miss Fuck and Run, Harold Renegade meets Whisperer, a woman he thinks he can trust. But will he blow the whole thing up due to rash behavior? Will Whisperer succeed in dragging out the part of him he’s been suppressing? Harold Renegade finds himself in bed with Whisperer, brandishing a knife at Dancer’s current fling.
As I walked across the street, bike in tow, I caught his eye, and he looked at me like I was ice cream. I wasn’t sure if he even realized he was doing it, but he licked his lip and flexed his chest, and I thought this was going to be easy.
“Hey, mister. Can you help me?”
It’s a game you play with people. It’s like playing an instrument, really. It’s how the most beautiful music is played. Men playing women, women playing men. People playing each other. No one ever really knows who is gaming who.
First the anticipation, then the reward. Erotica from PushingOurLimits.