OOC: Simon's Balls will be taking a short break from posting as their author is currently moving and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. We will resume with your regularly scheduled horniness soon.

O' Kate ( Read more... )

Love hath no passion like I do

Under starry skies I long for your touch.

Chance meeting in the rain,

Your arms around me, hips against me.

Lucy, the sweetest sound on this earth-

Is you soft moaning breaths as I rub myself

Up and over and around your beauty.

Well, we noticed there have been a lot of people around here who think they are better than everyone else. People who feel they have the right to write about how fabulous they are and how everyone else should agree. We have only one thing to say ( Read more... )

Ode to Alex ( Read more... )

A lone wolf howls
These tight leather pants
are so lonely
without your company.

Spiderweb breaks
in the moonlight
I wish that someone
would remove these pants.