Monthly Archives: November 2012


I throw you down on the bed face first and whip your dress up, exposing your naked arse. “Dirty bitch,” I say and smack it hard. I pull you up onto your knees and smack your arse again before spreading your cheeks and burying my face between them. Growling like a dog I hungrily devour your cunt, my tongue deep within you, my nose pressed against your arsehole.

Pulling my face back, I inhale deeply, my chin wet and shining. I free my throbbing cock from my jeans and rub the end of it against your pussy, parting your lips. You push your hips back to meet me as I enter you, both of us moaning with pleasure. I pause for a moment to savour the hot wetness before slowly moving out and back in. I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back, thrusting harder inside you, my thighs slapping against yours. You reach between your legs with one hand and start rubbing your clit.

I stop my movements and lean down against your back. Turning your head to one side, I kiss you hard as you stroke my balls with your nails. I release your lips and sink my teeth into your shoulder as I starting moving inside you again.

“Harder,” you groan. “Fuck me harder!” I remove my mouth and raise myself back up. Both hands firmly gripping your hips, I oblige you. I have to pull you back to stop you from sliding away from me. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping, the rocking bed, our panting and groaning.

You start to tremble and I can feel myself ready to explode. With one last series of thrusts I release myself inside you. “Fuck! Ing! God!” I cry as I feel you cum too. My head droops and drops of sweat fall from it onto your back. Our bodies quiver with aftershocks as we catch our breath. I withdraw my twitching cock and replace it with my mouth, lapping up my cum as it drips from your swollen cunt.

“You dirty fucker”, you say as you roll onto your back and pull my mouth to yours, tasting the mixture of your sweetness and my saltiness. We pull back, look each other in the eye and smile.

“So, what time was the movie again?” you ask.

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From a trembling dream
you awoke with grasping hands;
how softly you cried.


Under Sandridge Bridge

Yarra River, Melbourne


Boardwalk 1

St Kilda


Boardwalk 2

St Kilda


Through the eye

St Kilda


Pig dog

Corner of Collins & Swanston Streets, Melbourne


Girl behind the counter of a bookstore

She flicks through a book,
laughing in short,
high-pitched, breathy
that distract me
from my browsing.
I’ve forgotten what
I was looking for,
and instead ponder
the sounds she’d make,
naked and shuddering
before me, as I
brought her to climax
with my tongue
in her cunt
and her arse
in my hands.

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Running Grace

Paced by her shadow
she lopes down
tree-lined paths,
flirting with pools
of street light
while the moon
makes quicksilver
of the sweat that
sheens her skin.

With teeth bared
and breath steaming,
she pounds out
a relentless rhythm
for them both,
replacing the ache
in her heart
with the burning
in her legs and lungs.

Neither of them care
where they’re going
tonight, or what
they’re running from.