kriss

It was hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stairs
And she called to me

And so I followed
As friends often do
I cared not for love, nor money
I think she knew
The people, they love her
And still they are the most cruel

She asked me
Be my sister, sister of the moon
Some call her sister of the moon
Some say illusions are her game
Wrap her in velvet
Does anyone, ah, know her name

So we make our choices
When there is no choice
And we listen to their voices
Ignoring our own voice Fleetwood Mac


"If male homosexuals are called 'gay' then female homosexuals should be called 'estatic' " Shelley Roberts
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*go read my latest creation Summer Rain on the Erotica group page... For those who don't belong I will post it here tomorrow!

I was busy while the site was down. I got my creative juices flowing and wrote a hot piece of work. I do love to write, but I get so frustrated when the images are there but the words are being stubborn!

Dont worry, the words got kinder to me and I think I represented the playtime in my head rather well.

I cant wait until my co writer barbelith gets back from his honey moon.

I miss his comradery in wickedness. We share a special bond when we write and I am lucky to have him to help document what we are witnessing in our heads.

Writing is a passion for me (No pun intended)

I have written Erotica for so long now, I wonder sometimes if a story without the bodies can still be created by me.

I need to go shopping; I want to surround my entire world in PVC. Maybe I am not ready for plain stories just yet!!
Figures!!

Thank goodness it is the weekend We are chillin then DATE on Saturday night, who to wear; I mean what to wear
Going out with one of my crew and her man, should be a fun night!!

Kisses and enjoy a good smack on that beautiful ass of yours, for I know mine will!!

KRISS