Words

This one is about Olive…

Isn’t it sad?

Do you know what the problem is with her? Let me tell you.

Her hair colour didn’t come from a bottle…

In the girls’ locker room, she was bullied. In the girls’ locker room, something else happened…

It’s not a sin! It’s nota sin!

Yes, it was awesomely!

Let me teach you how to learn Dutch tye right way…

Yeah… Isn’t that great?!

You want more!

In the end it’s just one big turnoff…

Come on, let’s masturbate!

Easter it doesn’t do much for me …

Yes, the moment it is there. Leading to the realization that it’s impossible to hold it down. And there it is: my orgasm!

This one is about a Super Dildo Deluxe 2000.

She came back and we had some history together…

It can happen. Losing your g-string in the library…

She lost her dress…

Oh absolutely I came!

There are moments when my philosophy mood isn’t good…

Yes, today, it’s Women’s Day.

A poem about Wendy. She’s so bendy!

A poem about Valentine’s Day and my index finger…

A poem about doubt and wanting something. Then the realisation that she simply licks like a pro!

A story about eight girls

I’m completely lost when I look into your eyes.

When you kiss my neck, it will be the start…

Her definition of slow doesn’t match my definition.

It’s time to take your clothes off!

Sometimes it’s just a matter of connecting the dots…

I should leave…

That short moment in the elevator….

It’s breakfast in bed, but different.

There were only winners in this tennis match.

It’s another Christmas in lockdown here….

It’s such a shame…

We were wearing too much clothes…

There are so many things we could do. To list all the things we could do would take me forever.

Let’s have a pillow fight tonight. Afterwards, we can set things right. We will write history tonight! TonightI mightstart a fightIt will be alrightIt's just a pillow fightTonightLet's have a pillow fightWe just mightget too hot from this fightBut that's alrightTonightafter this pillow fightit will be alrightto take of our…

Although she said it didn’t bother her, it looked like it did bother her…

She makes me crazy…

Let’s talk about the number 69…

Her therapist recommended she would join the therapy group. Therapy for sex addicts it was. That didn’t go well, or did it?

It started with a hike…

Yep, the weather forecast predicts rainfall…

It’s not the same …

Did she want to join in? That was the logical question, because she didn’t go away.

This one is about Melanie the babysitter.

Why don’t you show your magic in the shower?

It’s time for another fairytale…

Seriously, I’m not a cannibal. But I do want you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The motivation wasn’t boring for some of us..

The bed went creak, creak…

Yep, why?! Holy shit!

Yes, it made her sick. Love can do that, you know…

I don’t think this one needs an introduction.

Her selfie is a reminder to respond immediately.

At first she didn’t know what to answer or say. When she decided to stay, they went all the way.

It was not easy. Not at all…

Yes, it’s true: the game is always the same. I hate that!

It was just like the jigsaw puzzle.

Yes, autumn rain, so cold. But it will get hot as soon as we get home!

Don’t you just ❤️ the moment when her giggles fade away?

Let’s start our foreplay in the shower…

Just stay! Stay another day and then another one…

I remember Summer…

It was her that was supposed to be on that plaid!

It was wrong, wasn’t it? I forgot…

Ooooh, right, that would be awkwardly… What exactly?

If you think about craziness and what it can do, you must realise that there can be a lot more craziness. It’s just getting started.

Sometimes a friendship can become more than a friendship.

A lot can happen in ten days. On day one we metWe bumped our headYou were going down the stairs and I went upI dropped my coffee cupYou said sorryand offered to buy me coffeeOn day two you bought me coffeeIt was a sunny dayJust you and meOn a warm…

It’s funny how my thoughts before something happens are so different….

Yes, it’s both wonderful and sensational!

Why should she refuse Ruby to play with her booby?

Why is it like this or that?

What bed did you sleep in last night?

Have you ever had a crush on someone, but were afraid to tell? This is my story in rhyme.

I heard it! I heard it correct. What you said!

You decide.. what’s fiction and what’s not… It was so clear to seethat this was her first time thereShe laughed nervouslyas two girls caught herThey behaved like lionesseson the hunt for preyCarefully waving their dressesand blocking her wayI think they could smell her cuntThe only thing missing was droolThen I…

Just wow, that's what it was!

This is all about her first time. In other words: her first flight.

She missed her train. Suddenly, that wasn’t important…

“That was incredible!” What?! That!

I was somewhat unkind…

I fear things….

There is a chance you might like this recipe. Or not. It depends. Well, here’s a recipe I wrote…

Did we breakup? And how many times did we breakup? Why can’t we be more like traffic lights?

So, what was it exactly? An implosion or an explosion? You will find the answer in this poem.

It’s not important to ask the question. Can she sing? When I give her everything?

There are things you won’t say to your female teacher.

Oh, the things she told me…

Apparently, some things are illegal…

That was one lazy Sunday. One lazy fuck. Except for the ending.

You may consider this poem as an instruction manual.

A threesome. Not the threesome she had in mind.

It’s hard to look sometimes. Even when she says: “Look at me.”

Getting into the right mood is different for everyone…

Oh, I just forgot what it was all about. The quarrel we were having.

Don’t stop. Go on! Please, go on!

This is for all of you who need this.

Sometimes a threesome is the only option. The best option.

Yep, I’m going straight to hell. No doubt.

Stepping out of my comfort zone. Into…

“Can we eat now please?” is about those moments when you want to eat, but she’s just too damn demanding.

Sometimes she needs guiding. Sometimes guiding her helps her.

Damn right it is!

Consider it as a warning.

I guess she has some story to tell…

How on earth was I to focus?

A short story, about something intense and complicated.

Yep, keep on telling yourself this..

Why does she have to be such a bitch?

One big flame. That’s what it was.

We waited until the cake was ready…

I was surprised by her words…

This one is entitled “Monologue about a dog.”

A tragedy in four parts.

The poem “She found God” is about discovery.

Every damn pleasure moan ismusic to your earsEverything she saysdrives away all your fearsThe best part is knowinghow this is going‘Cause when she’s done and readyshe’ll give you something awesomelyYep, definitely!

For her there was no doubtHer fingers caused this shakeoutbut her tongue caused a blackout.

And after she was done with meShe made me seewhat a good girl I could beLicking her fingers gently.

Okay, there are two options. It can go the right way or she can totally freak out. Can’t say, I didn’t warn you. That momentof bestowmentOf your precious giftWhen her mind is adriftWords become guttural soundsSo close to her boundsShe is simply tanking you in advanceIt’s like she’s in this…

The look. It’s all about being looked at or being watched as you undergo intense pleasure.

Here is some good advice for yhou! Remember to eat and sleep. Do watch the short video about this to learn more….

Yes, things can get awkward easily. When you least expect it, it’s gonna happen. Or not.

Just like Eve in the Garden of Eden… Except, there’s no Adam!

Great work! Great work, Instagram! Two poems were censored. Instagram thought they were not suitable. Be the judge.

A poem about a new discovery. Melany’s adventure. This poem is a fictional story (that rhymes) about a girl who discovers there’s more than (just) her boyfriend.

Despite what some would like to tell you, it is. Love sees no colour! It never does. So, how come this is a problem for others?

Sometimes words are unable to express. Unable to have the right meaning. Therefore, watch random girl orgasm…