Mind Caviar Fiction

Tracy Daniels resides in the ghetto of Bridgeport, Connecticut. He was inspired to record memories of his lover. He used to work second shift jobs just so he could meet her while her husband worked during the day. They rendezvoused in The Village frequently, and she loved to read erotica to him as they lay naked at Saint Marks. Mind Caviar is pleased to announce this is Tracy Daniels' fiction debut.



Interlude
(a vignette)
 

If anything, it was her eyes, they danced like gentle ballerinas. Yes, the eyes caused me to fall in love-- so 
innocent, so delicate, so wildly erotic. They absorbed my loins in an instant, excited me, caused my hardness to wrestle my jeans, made me spill ejaculate down my thigh. She, in turn, felt similarly. I discovered this as she held herself open, lips parted, nectar glistening. Our bodies wept to mesh. Contours and crevices needed the attention of our fingertips. Lips, tongues, holes to be filled, protrusions to be sucked, licked, nibbled. She craved the touch of a gentle princely hand. I offered the slams and violent thrusts of animal passion. She teased my senses. I tortured her with beastly demands. We met somewhere in between. 

Copyright  ©  2003 Tracy Daniels. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.


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