I write erotica, fiction, and poetry.
I had a plane to catch in six hours, but at that moment, I didn’t give a damn. My friends and I were doing our damnedest to burn the German capital of Berlin to the ground. I wanted leave town with a bang not a fizzle.
By Mr.Smith 3 years ago in Filthy
Let go as I open your soul for the first time. Feel it rupture from your body as you’re resurrected in ecstasy. Like the searching honey bee,
By Mr.Smith 3 years ago in Poets
Melissa hated the fact she was the oldest woman in the class. It shouldn’t have surprised her, though. These were college kids, and she was a mid-40s manager at a local electronics store. They needed this class for credit. She needed it to finally get her degree and get out of her crappy job.
Hemingway Manor loomed tall against the sky, the red brick vibrant against the creeping ivy. James felt the pea gravel crunch under his feet as he approached the massive oak doors. He paused, searching for his nerve. He had no clue this place existed until the lawyers showed up at his apartment. They said a long lost uncle bequeathed it to him along with a trust fund to maintain the grounds and property taxes.
By Mr.Smith 3 years ago in Criminal