Introduction

This one is for Vanessa, a woman that you can kiss for evermore.

Vanessa Inside My Mind

I sat on the train, reading, when her text appeared.
It started simply: Hi hun, how’s your day?
Rush hour chatter — just ordinary words between girls.

Then: When are we seeing you next? When will you visit?
I said I was on the train. And the conversation turned.
Her words shifted, sliding with intent below the waist.
She knew she had me.

I told her to stop, called her a bitch — yet still, I watched, helpless.
Wanting.
Caught.
Her words circled around me —
full of images, full of passion.

She slipped inside my mind, stroking me with sentences,
undoing me line by line.
Enveloping me with words I couldn’t resist,
one text,
by salacious text,
at a time.

I confessed I was blushing — oh god, mistake.
Her words kissed.
Caressed.
Stroked me in secret places.
They ignited heat between my thighs.

I crossed my legs, tried to concentrate, convinced people were watching me.
Still, her words came — rich with filth, heavy with meaning,
laced with her knowledge of me.

Her texts were littered with emojis.
Even as I called her evil, she giggled —
each word a teasing dagger.
She knew exactly what she was doing —
unraveling me, for her pleasure.

Her words were delicious poison,
dripped slowly in my ear,
just to watch me suffer.

And I knew —
if I dared to call her,
I would hear her laughter down the line.

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This is for the gorgeous Elise.

The Knot I Tied for Elise

I did not bind you to hold you, Elise—

I bound you so you could finally let go.

Your wrists in silk were never a cage,

but a place the world could no longer reach.

You melted as the knot tightened—

not from weakness,

but from safety.

You gave me your wrists

so I could give you your wings.

And one day,

long after my voice has vanished

into dust and memory,
you will guide some trembling woman

into the dark—
and teach her how to trust it,

as you once trusted me.

She will kiss your bound hands,

not knowing why you smile

so softly,

so sadly,

so sweetly—

not knowing
she is kissing the echo

I left behind in you.

The knot was never bondage, Elise.

The knot was freedom.

And it was my gift to you.

“Don’t Shrink”

Elise,

you don’t belong in small rooms

or small lives.

You were made for slow kisses

and soft laughter,

for someone who holds your face gently
when you blush
and makes you feel wanted

without ever trapping you.

I tease you because you bloom under it.

I take you to the edge because you shine there.

And I hold you — lightly —

because I want you to fly, not fall.

You’re young, my sweet one,

but your heart is bright

and your spirit fierce.

One day some lucky woman

will get to feel you

in her arms,

in her mouth
,
in her life—

and she will know exactly what she has.

Until then,

you have me:
y
our dark wife,

your shelter,

your spark,

your gentle trouble.

Never shrink, Elise.

The world is waiting

for you to shine.

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This was for Claudia, who floats in and out. A simple Italian pleasure.

Things Good Girls Don’t Do

It was a thought,

a casual conversation

as we sipped our wine.

Friends talking,

enjoying the piazza,

the rhythm of life.

As my finger circled the rim of my glass

I said,

“It’s not like I wonder

what it would be like to kiss your thighs.

To pull your knickers down,

to taste your lips,

and feel your hand on my head,

stroking my hair

as I kiss you deeply.

Tongue flicking.

I mean—

I never think that at all.”

She smiled like sunrise.

“Well that’s so good of you to tell me—

a relief, even.

Because I’d never think of pushing you

onto my bed,

pulling down your top,

and sucking your nipples.
And I would never stroke your sex

while I held you down,

or take pleasure

from the moans you made.

No, I never do that…”

I watched her eyes,

her intent gaze,

and took a sip from my wine

as I stroked her hand.

“I’m pleased you said that,” I purred.

“Because my fingers would never stray to your lips,

to your soft folds,

and open them with care.

To feel that moist heat,

to make them bloom like petals to the sun.

I never think of nectar flowing—

or how it would taste.

I'm definitely not that sort of girl,

the type that would fall into your eyes endlessly,

just for a kiss.

No, I'm not like that at all.”

She paused,

her smile widening,

a look I recognised in her eyes—

desire breaking free.

She nodded softly,

a serious note in her voice

as she spoke.

“Well…

I’m not the type of girl

who would stop sucking your nipples

to press my mouth on yours.

To invade your mouth with my tongue,

to taste you.

I would never keep on stimulating you,

driving those fingers of mine

in and out

of your sweet,
soft and wet folds,

while drinking pleasure from your lips,

taking everything you have to offer.”

I nodded thoughtfully,

and looked her in the eyes

as my hunger stirred.

“Well I would never dream of

being driven mad by my lust

to drink the essence from your lips,

and pour myself into you.

And my nimble fingers would never

stroke your lips,

to make you drip.

I would not moan into your mouth,

or arch my back as pleasure took me.

I would not ache from my need,

or cry tears of pleasure.

And I would never try

to take you into the abyss—

to share an explosion of juices

across our thighs.

As that is not something good girls do.”

So we agreed

what we wouldn’t do,

and with a laugh,

we left the wine behind—

to discover together,

in tangled sheets,

all the things
that good girls

never do.

Italian Pleasures

It started with shared drinks,

legs brushing under the table,

fingers touching —
soft, fleeting, but true.

A silent language exchanged

between sips of wine.

A knowing glance —
a promise sealed,

within the silence of that look.

Later, walking the cobbled street,

the sky wept September rain.

We shared a borrowed umbrella,

huddled closer than we should,

the night’s chill a contrast

to the heat that grew between us.

In your apartment,

surrounded by your life —

the quiet witness of photographs and books —

I let myself drown in you:

your sweet weight pressing down,

the smooth slide of skin on skin,

the urgency of your kisses.

Our legs entangled in the hush of night,

sweet as a whispered confession.

We drank each other in,

finding new delights,

new pleasures,

drawing sighs from each other’s lips

until silence was its own embrace.

And the angels looked away.

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This for Maria, just because when I think of her, I think of white linen sheets, warm summer days and soft sighs.

Hush

Lie back.

Let me cover you in a thousand kisses

and taste everything—

everything that is you.

God, you smell so fucking good.

Sweet, thick, aching with want.

Your pussy’s already wet for me,

scented with your need.

I’m going to start slow—

a long, flat lick

from the bottom of your slit

all the way to your clit.

There…
you felt that.

The way your hips lifted?

Don’t hide it. I want it.

I want all of you.

Open your legs wider.
Let me see you.

Look how swollen you are—

glistening, flushed.

You’re dripping for me,

you gorgeous whore.

That’s it…

I’m going to hold you open now.

Feel my breath

as I place my thumbs on your lips.

Tongue right there—

circling, teasing, flicking.

Tell me how that feels.

Whimper for me.

You taste divine.

Like sex and heat and surrender.

I could stay here forever,

buried in your lips,

tongue-fucking you

until you can’t breathe without me.

You like the pressure?

You like how I suck your clit?

Good.

I’m not stopping.
I want to make you tremble.

Make you plead.

Make you mine.

Let me grab your arse with my hands—

both cheeks.

Lifting you up.

There we go.

I’ll dig my nails in just enough

Little bite here.

Mmm, another.

I want you to feel it when you sit down later.

Now hold still.

Because I’m going back in.

Tongue deep, then shallow.

Every flick just for you.

I’m going to fuck you with my mouth

until your whole body begs to cum.

To ache.

To surrender.

So moan.

Shake.

Let your thighs clamp around my head—

I won’t stop.

Not until I’ve drunk every last drop of you.

Not until you scream

and collapse into me

like the good girl I know you are.

Now hush.

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