‘Stay there’. Humphrey’s voice was filled with fervor.
Pauline fought to get up but Humphrey held her down with one strong hand and slammed the belt again and again.
Pauline felt as though her backside had been flayed. “Humphrey, please stop!’ she cried.
Finally, Humphrey stood up and took a deep, quivery breath. ‘It is alright now’. … More What was it, she wondered – fetish?
Immediately after the wedding, they left for Seychelles. It was a spectacular beauty to behold. They arrived late in the afternoon, with the sun sparkling over the ocean.
Humphrey took Pauline in his arms. ‘Are you hungry?’
She looked into his eyes and smiled, ‘No’.
‘Neither am I. Why don’t we get undressed?’ … More Finally, a man who understood her appetite
So here’s me calling out to my readers, followers, online family and friends, asking for a favor to those who may be interested in reading my manuscripts and giving me their reviews on these books. This will help me in re-branding these books online and maybe help also in deciding if I will need to publish a hard-copy of Noise of the Market.
If you are interested to read/review, please send me an email on firstname.lastname@example.org. … More Calling on my readers, followers, online family & friends . . .
Like meaning leaves that fall off a dying tree.
Bare, hollow to look at,
No flowers, nor leaves.
No birds, nor bees.
No flirting of lovers. … More Words . . . Life . . . Meaning
My love for music though,
The tunes, the lyrics – harmony.
Till I realized music is much more.
See the harmony – lyrics and tunes,
All delicately thought and carefully put together.
So for love’s sake,
I learnt the art
To make passionate music.
I made music that resonated far more the beats
It stayed with me longer than the smiles
It brought out the best in me.
My strength, my weakness – you. … More Learning the Notes
Like living without caution.
As easy as it is to have a bad tire fixed
Is as liberating as it is to have a bad situation changed.
It’s a sweaty and draining evolution
Better a revolution than life imprisonment of one’s mind.
Refusing to live from word to thought
I want to act without overthinking
I want to live without looking back
I want to laugh without holding back
I want to love without regret.
I want to own tomorrow, to live truly … More Anxiety for the morrow
Have you ever wondered how sweet the mystery is that a fountain never runs dry?
Never gets old, wanting more of that jetting beauty,
The gush of waters, never tired, never diminished, unreserved.
If love were a fountain, gushing unreserved desire, how willing are you to accept it?
Seeing, knowing, assured, yet it gets old and we’ve place a tag on it.
The essence is lost only because true love is at no financial implication
Yet we let it slide so easily because it came so easily. … More Fountain of Love