I am a writer of erotic vignettes, meant to awaken and arouse you.
Let my words live in your imagination.
Use them to fuel your own erotic fire.
Paris and cigarettes
For me, he is Paris and cigarettes. He takes me to a time when I was younger and the world was gritty: a time of experimentation and wonder.
We hadn’t known each other long, but there was a sweetness about our affection for one another that was intoxicating. A desire to touch gently. To kiss softly. To be close.
I Have A New Lover
I have a new lover. Well, by the end of the night I intend for him to be my lover. Do you remember the last time you had a new lover? Perhaps you can keep me company while I wait for him. Perhaps talking to you will calm my nerves. I spend too much time talking to myself.
He Touches Her
She needs to be touched. That is why she went to him. He needs to touch. That is why he is there. That is why he has chosen this work.
I am a writer. Acuario is a tattoo artist. I am American. He is Mexican. We have an interesting relationship. Two creative personalities. Two very different cultures.
“I have an idea for some stories. I think I might want to be a writer.” “That’s cool. What do you want to write about?”
The Water Is My Lover
Dark water surrounds me. Dark and cool. The air is hot. Too hot. That’s why I am here. It is the middle of the night and I cannot sleep for the heat. My mind wants to sleep, but my body is awake, so I come to the water.
And Then I Met Irving
Have you ever met someone whom you just could not resist? He was like that for me. I was like that for him. We couldn’t help it. It was a simple matter of chemistry. Him + Me + same space = sex. It was like that from the day we met.