Original camera-phone photography by me. My Homie had a super-dry-ass-condom in his wallet so I molded it into a heart and it stayed. smh. I think I'm gonna patent it and make them Valentine's day treats. It really should say "I Love You...now let's fuck"

Sex Dressed in Love’s Clothing.

I lay here on the pile of blankets. His heartbeat pulsates onto my chest like a loud stereo. I can’t help but bite my bottom lip as my eyes reflexively roll to the back of my head. My legs are uncontrollably shaking and I’ve lost total body control. Yes. The sex is that good. I open my eyes and look up to the sight of his moonlit eyes above his smile. The stars are the only eyes peeking at our every move. We endeavor in a sexual adventure—the tennis courts at 3am. It’s always been a fantasy of ours. The sky is our shelter, the moon is our night light, and the summer breeze is our oscillating fan. I admire the scenery for a moment then finally! A long-awaited euphoric feeling confiscates my body…to say the least. He whispers a convincing “I Love You” in my ear and kisses my lips as he begins to work his hips a little faster. I return these words like a serve at Wimbledon.  However, I’m the only one who speaks the truth. Tonight is perfect…to the naked eye. Read more »