The Chimes at Midnight

By Bud Koenemund Vows are only words; powerless ‘gainst desire: erased by passion.

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Joining the club: a mile high; watching you squirm in ecstasy.

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay    Sunlight spilled through the windows – the open blinds creating geometric patterns on the f...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Demi.    He’ll tell you that he has recovered. That he’s clean and sober. That it’s been 10 years sinc...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For James    Pale moonlight filtered through the dirty window panes, supplementing the meager illumination...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay   Even as he dominated her, she could sense his care – desire and respect, control and freedom...

By Bud Koenemund I'm constantly torn between revelation and self-preservation.

By Bud Koenemund Images tease me; driving imagination closer to madness.

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay "Let me cum," she begged. And, I, being mean, teased her a little bit more.

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay My flesh craves your touch. My tongue desires your taste. But, my soul wants all.

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Creation Your inspiration drives my imagination to create this art. Repentance My sin lies in thee: concupiscen...

By Bud Koenemund A Haiku For Lindsay Impure thoughts flourish, even as fantasy wars 'gainst reality.

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   “I’m in control this time,” she cooed, pushing him into a chair.   Her hands, clad in elbow-length, blac...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   “Whatcha thinkin’ about,” she asked.   “You,” he said, quietly.   “Me?” she returned. “What about me?”  ...

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay I My words, which delight, take their birth in your eyes; thus you spark your own joy. II Is't lust or madn...

By Bud Koenemund Quarantine with me. Let's get naked and ignore "social distancing."

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   Even as the fighting ended, peace still seemed like an ethereal dream; something that would slip throu...

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay I Oh, sweet green-eyed muse; thy emerald beauty has beguiled my pen. II What words could I use...

By Bud Koenemund A 100-word story   After San Diego, the President went a little crazy. It was understandable. Maybe even expected. And...