Her scent—incense and honeysuckle—wrapped around me, heady and warm. Her legs rested in my lap, her waist beads shifting with every breath, catching the candlelight. She smiled, lips berry-stained from wine, as her foot grazed higher, teasing. “You’re distracted,” she murmured. God, I was.

This poem delves into the timeless struggle between love and lust, painting their battle as a vivid and emotional war. It explores the depths of human desire and the heart's longing for true connection.

The Borken side of Love. the weeping, the darkness, the emptiness, the myriad of questions, the whys

Emberly I have applied to 13 jobs, though none of them will pay nearly as much as this job. I sigh...

A Love Written in the Stars In a bustling city, Tessa, a struggling artist, finds solace on her rooftop, where she meets Leo, a quiet astrophysicist. Bonding over their shared love for the stars, their friendship blossoms into love. When Leo learns of Tessa’s dream to host an art exhibition, he secretly organizes one, showcasing her talent to the world. Titled *“A Love Written in the Stars,”* the exhibition marks Tessa’s breakthrough and celebrates their connection. Together, they prove that with love and belief, dreams can turn into reality, creating a story as timeless as the stars.

Emma and Lucas, once deeply in love during college, drifted apart after graduation due to distance and life choices. Five years later, they unexpectedly reunite in a café. Both have moved on, but the love they once shared still lingers. Through a heartfelt conversation, they realize they never stopped caring for each other. Lucas regrets not fighting harder for their relationship, while Emma reveals that no one could replace him. They reconnect, realizing that sometimes love takes time, requires communication, and finds its way back when the moment is right. The reunion teaches them the importance of second chances and love’s resilience.

Aaliyah’s pulse quickened as she searched Ava’s expression for answers. “What are you saying?” “I’m offering you a chance to run this house,” Ava said simply, leaning forward. “Amor Voluptatis. I’ve built this place, but I need someone with fire and vision to carry it forward.” Malik, silent until now, shifted in his seat. “And what about me?” Ava turned to him, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “The fact that we touch you should be all the reward you ever need.” Her voice dropped, sharp and cutting. “Or would you like me to take that away?”

Aaliyah’s confidence radiated as she pressed Malik back against the bed, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths along his chest. He shivered beneath her touch, his muscles taut, his breath hitching with every teasing stroke. Behind her, Ava’s voice was a soft murmur, guiding and encouraging. “Good. Let him feel it. Let him crave it.” Aaliyah’s smile was sharp as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Malik’s ear. “You belong to me tonight,” she whispered, her tone a blend of authority and promise. “Yes, ma’am,” Malik gasped, his voice trembling with need. Ava stepped closer, her fingertips grazing Aaliyah’s shoulder as she whispered, “Now, take it further. Test his limits. Make him remember you.” Aaliyah’s eyes gleamed as she turned back to Malik, her voice low and commanding. “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” he breathed, his body already surrendering. Her smile deepened as she settled over him, her movements slow, deliberate. “Good. Then let’s begin.”

Malik cleared his throat. “Aaliyah, Ava and I...worked together once. She’s an old acquaintance.” “Acquaintance?” Ava’s smile turned sharper, her gaze flicking back to him. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” Aaliyah’s eyes darted between them, picking up on the subtle undercurrent of their exchange. “Well,” Ava said, stepping back, her tone lightening. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. But if you ever need...guidance, feel free to find me.” Her parting glance lingered on Malik, a silent promise etched in her eyes before she disappeared into the shadows of the room.

In this second installment, Yahiko is drawn into the mystery of a forgotten kingdom, uncovering his own ties to its tragic past. Alongside the spirited bard Lysara and a team of allies, he faces assassins, unravels ancient secrets, and confronts a corrupted former ally in a quest to restore balance. With love blossoming between Yahiko and Lysara, the story intertwines romance and adventure, culminating in a battle that redeems the kingdom and sets the stage for new beginnings. Packed with intrigue, action, and heart, Shadows of the Forgotten delivers a tale of courage, redemption, and enduring love.

“but what do you see in him” they all ask and i respond with.. i see a gentle love a precious MAN a genuine soul that is so so sweet and wouldn’t miss anything important to me no matter what it may be. A person that would rather kiss me on the forehead when it’s time to go to sleep rather than mess up the sheets

Reopen my wounds, slip your fingers inside the hollows of crimson and force the hurt out…Slow and agonizing, yet orgasmic urges grow stronger through the pain—flashes of red flow down the curves of my body sparking the delight of punishment inside me. Hold my hands. Love me until my flesh has turned raw…

The binds were gone. The silk blindfold rested on the nightstand, the leather cuffs unbuckled and set aside. But the weight of what had passed between us lingered, heavier than any restraint could have been. Ava lay against me now, skin pressed to skin, her body no longer commanding—just present. Bare. Open. Real. Her fingertips traced slow, gentle circles along my wrist where the binds had once held firm. No longer testing. Just…soothing. And when she whispered, “You were perfect for me tonight,” it wasn’t praise. It was a promise. That this—what we shared—was deeper than submission. It was trust. And in that quiet, candlelit space, I knew I had never been more hers.

Yahiko, a noble knight burdened by past loss, embarks on a grand journey across treacherous mountains, scorching deserts, and uncharted oceans. Along the way, he uncovers ancient secrets, defends the innocent, and battles legendary beasts. In the vibrant port city of Renkai, Yahiko saves Kaelina, an adventurer who recruits him for a perilous quest to rescue the king’s daughter from a dark sorcerer. Joined by a diverse group of heroes, Yahiko faces magical trials, haunting ruins, and fierce foes, culminating in a final battle to save the kingdom. Through courage and camaraderie, he redefines heroism and leaves an enduring legacy.

I kiss her there—soft at first, teasing, tasting, savoring every inch of her as if she’s something sacred. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, sweet and warm, filling my lungs as I press closer. She trembles beneath me, her thighs parting wider, the sound of her breath catching—soft, broken, desperate. And when my tongue finally meets her, circling, stroking, pressing deeper—her gasp is everything. I stay there, worshiping her with every flick, every stroke, until her body arches, tightening around my mouth, her release flooding over me as I hold her closer...not stopping until she’s trembling, breathless, mine

My turn," she whispered, pressing Malik’s wrists into the sheets, her body draped over his, heat against heat. His breath hitched, muscles flexing beneath her, but he let her take control—surrendering as she kissed her way down his chest, slow and deliberate. "Do you trust me?" she whispered, lips just brushing the sensitive skin below his navel. His voice was rough, strained. "Yes." And when she finally took him in her mouth, teasing, tasting, holding him there as his body arched beneath her—she felt the power of his trust, and she gave him everything in return.

The blindfold stayed firm, keeping her world in darkness. But she could feel everything. The silk binding her wrists, snug yet careful. The cool trail of the feather, teasing along her stomach, barely there but leaving heat in its wake. Then, the sharp contrast. A gentle slap of leather against her thigh. Not harsh—just enough to make her gasp, the sting blooming into warmth. And then his lips—soft, soothing, pressing into the same spot he’d struck, his tongue tasting the heat he left behind. "Good girl," Malik whispered against her skin. "You feel that? The way your body responds... so perfect for me."*

The second chapter to my work-in-progress! First draft so nothings official! Would love some advice!!!

Breaking my own heart self-sabotage in the first positive relationship I was in a deep regrets for causing somebody else's pain and everything in between and everything that resonates afterwards

You were perfect tonight," Malik whispered, his voice low as his fingers traced soothing circles along Aaliyah’s bare back. "So beautiful. So open. I’m proud of you for trusting me like that." She felt the words sink deeper than she expected, her breath catching as he pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, grounding her. "You made me feel...wanted," she whispered, voice trembling, vulnerable. Malik cupped her face, eyes burning with sincerity. "You are wanted, Aaliyah. Every part of you. Not just tonight—always.