By day a well spoken, mannered lady School teacher who goes by the rules She is an example to her students and peers They don’t know her behavior after dark When the kids are not around it’s adult time She goes from modest apparel to skimpy Her unbuttoned shirt reveals red fancy lace Her plump breast firmly are wanting to escape Her long dress has been traded for a mini skirt If she bends it reveals her red laced panties She does intend on bending, teasing her man It drives him crazy and she loves to arouse him At times she pushes a little too much on the tease He grows impatient with her. He’s not willing to Always be teased He enjoys it but tonight He’s ready for the action he’s over the tease He allows one bend he’s done. He carries her Throws her down on the bed and has his way. She might be nice during the day but at night She is naughty. She likes to keep things Interesting Alive Her naughtiness is right up his Ally. He likes to be naughty too. Together they fill each others wildest desires Fulfilling dark fantasies together In the morning she will turn back into Ms Nice, the angel everyone sees and knows. CDK 3-6-26

The night strips everything honest no daylight, no distance, no disguise. Just breath, tension, and the way wanting can make silence feel alive. I feel you before your hands reach me, like heat rising off a hidden flame. Slow, dangerous, patient the kind of fire that doesn’t beg, just waits to be fed. But passion ain’t only skin. It’s ache. It’s memory. It’s loneliness finally finding something warm enough to hold. So come closer, and don’t just want me lightly. Want me true. Like the dark was made for this kind of hunger and this kind of confession. By Jason Strickland

A casino full of patrons awaiting the show Couples having a drink taking in the sights Lights go low, stage lights up as an angel Comes down from the sky in her angelic wings Singing a solo, her voice hits each note beautifully Music joins in, suddenly the lights pop up The stage comes to life. Ladies appear Fancy headdress, tassels and strings cling As the music plays, each act played out New song new seen, each a little more daring Dancing across the stage. Beat changes so Does the song. Men dressed in white trousers Suspenders, coats opened exposing their chest Each come behind a lady now dressed in white short skirts, thigh high stockings. Sailor caps and mini white coats opened exposing their white and blue tassels. Dancing moves bumping, grinding, sensual moves Just enough to make your imagination go free Women with white boas pulling their man to them Men coming to fill their woman’s desires The dance continues heated by sexual moves Careful you will find yourself caught up In the teasing of the Burlesque show. CDK 03-05-2026

The world grows softer when the lights go low, when the clock forgets its manners and time moves slow. Your voice becomes a whisper the night can barely hold, a secret drifting gently through shadows tipped with gold. Outside the window the moon leans close to see, as if the sky itself is curious about you and me. Your laugh falls quiet like a coat upon a chair, and suddenly the distance between us isn’t there. No rush. No noise. Just breath and quiet spark, two souls speaking softly after dark. And somewhere in that silence where the wildest hearts embark we learn the sweetest language is written after dark. By Jason Strickland

Kissed By A Rose 7:00 I pour a glass of wine Light a candle Trying to put my attention elsewhere You’re out of town Damn business trip Took you away from me 7:05 The glass of wine halfway through That candle Fills the room with intoxication Putting me in the mood I have to have you but 7:15 I lay here Robe exposing myself Nipples Showing Hard as if they could pierce glass Second glass of wine kicks in The thoughts of you haven’t changed 7:20 Out of control are my thoughts The night before you left Was amazing Back shots Felt like gunshots Firing Firing Unloading clip After clip of yourself in me Hands roll over bumps I can’t take it anymore 7:25 She’s wet by thought Not by contact I spread swollen lips wide And began my self exploration With my heart racing I imagine you Deep In me Robe is now off Body on display like the Mona Lisa 7:30 Fingers are drenchedI continue my journey She has a hold on me I can tell she’s thinking of you Penetrating her Making her throb Fuck Why aren’t you here I need you in the worse way 7:35 I’m speechless Going faster Moaning But I want to feel more So I reach For a flower A rose Without thorns Yes This is what I needed 7:40 Shit Vibrations enter my body Hitting every spot TremblingI know what you would say Don’t cum yet Should I obey your unspoken command Seeing that you’re not here Oh fuck That flower Is Blessing my clit with stimulation That Shit Damn Legs began to shake As if they are cold My body far from freezing 7:45 I try to gain composure Legs still shaking Her still throbbing I attempt to get up Body feeling weak A kiss to my rose Allows me to taste my warm nectar Sweet Like a Georgia peach On a warm summer dayA taste I’ve shared with you 7:50 Another glass of wine Another candle More thoughts of you Racing through my head So Maybe It’s time for Another Kiss from a rose