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Fuel Season 3: Episode 19 – The Millionaire Affair

After the shocking events of Love 'n War, Savana and Thawn begin to make massive waves.

14th of February – Season 3 As Savana sat at the back of the black BMW 320d, she wondered if she wasn't overdressed. She managed a smile thinking about the irony compared to what she was thinking on her first night on Fuel. Savana looked over at the man who owned the car. Except he wasn't just a man. He was also her lover. He had a dark smile but it was one that lit up something in her; a fire. And while she looked at him...

It was in the madness of lust that I found my purest moment. In the raw melting of orgasm I found Death and defied her. It was then I reached the Divine, while agonizing amidst spasms, it was then I learnt I was yours and yet I was dangerously free, like the wind in the desert, free to live throughout our desire, to wander through the realm of lust, to become one with the elusive flame, the one that ignites and feeds life...

Heart-Break City – A Fuel Story

It's Valentines Day and while love is in the air, heart break is in the water. Who will drink it...?

12th of February – Season 2 By the time the sun started to rise and throw light through the curtains, Lorrain January had been up for hours already. She hadn’t been able to sleep a wink and she knew why. It was the guilt. It didn’t help at all that she was already suffering a very low sense of self-worth by getting back with him despite him digging around her personal belongings. Unfortunately, she valued the lifestyle he...

He just moves, walks and smiles, goes about chores and many tasks, he eats so well at such fine sites, leads a handsome life, wears fine clothes, walks in great shoes, he is a god in bed, no doubt about that. But...do not make the fatal mistake of thinking he cares... he cares for no one, he just performs well, he is a cardboard man. There are no feelings in that cold, icy heart, it only pumps blood. He is just a nice fig...

Anonymous

The Italian Model

The object of lust.

I enter the crowded room but see only one.   Her small frame  is dressed in red and black with just a splash of silver. Her  presence dominates the room but motions only to me."    As I approach, I sense her passion and move beside her. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I feel her respond with warmth. I hear a whisper of contentment, then a request.   "Let's go."   We quietly back out together. I slide into her.   "I've be...

Taxation to Heaven

Not for the easily-offended.

There is something wrong with you Though we can’t quite point it out You are dangerous, you are scarred Only we can help you out! Everything you know inside Is the devil’s gateway to you If it feels good, it is deadly! Sin! Sin! Something’s wrong with you! Only we can save you from this Terrible tragedy Let down your defenses Your soulful fences Give us your money! Give us cash! It’s evil! Here, let us take it for you! Gi...

Sin City

What are the odds . . .?

Jeweled kingdomPeople zooThe sex of richesWon by few Palatial coolnessInferno blazingMisted desertLustful gazing Lines of feedersSnaking throughMazesWaitingFor their food Glitz and showgirlsOiled menConventionersAnd lost weekends FantasiesAnd booze galoreThe beauties, beastsArray of whores Pay to playThen rue the costOf visitingParadise Las.

At times, the heat was so intenseWe smoked right through the internetI dreamed of lightning when we touchedA laser’s gaze, the burn of lustNo matter what went on in lifeYou filled my mind, our limbs entwinedAnd not with love that’s tender, sweetBut grasping gagging raging beastsKisses fiercely stopping breathYou pin me downI bite your neckGetting close, then holding backYou lose your edge if you relaxLaughing with a tinge...

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Long Distance Love

Just some thoughts about how love blooms in the weirdest of ways.

Being in a long distance relationship is difficult. I hear people complaining about having to go to the shops for their beau, grumbling that the milk is in the wrong place in the fridge, laughing and holding hands together, and I want that. I’m envious of them because that’s all I want. I want the good, and the not-so-good. I just want to snuggle with Aria or exchange a knowing look. It won’t happen any time soon, but it...

A Burden in Disguise

My first attempt at a poem that isn't written in rhymed couplets, hope it's okay.

I see you on his arm, You’re perfect and I’m jealous. I need you, I want you, He must come to some harm. I caught him alone, In a dark alley. One shot did it, He didn’t even moan. A little wooing and you’re mine, I can’t get enough of you. My life is finally perfect, You’re my angel, my favorite wine. Two months later you’re my bane, You nag and won’t shut up, You can’t cook, can’t clean, Spend tons to look like a queen....

She said nothing but gazed on And for a minute It was all we needed Feel this warm feeling of love Embrace my cold heart  And once again gave meaning  To my life  The way her dress hung  Oh so gentle off her buttocks  To the way her make up  Brightened up the smile on her face Oh how she said it all With that stare in her eyes She walked like angels elevated Her off the ground Oh how she captivated my every Essence she br...

Candy, Honey And Whipped Cream

A poem of lust and love

Coated in candy, honey and whipped cream Kindled fires of flesh, lost in a dream Of the act, the players came The stadium darkened, ready for the game She, a goblet, of clay or pure gold He, a bamboo straw, in boiled water turned cold Wild is the wolf; eager, the child But which is which and who will be defiled In the end, from the heated night The two ships part, in a glacial delight They thus moved on, with no words nor...

The Cost Of Love

Lovey Dovey stuff

When one heart seeks another it cannot hide. Wanting, needing, longing for its partner. When two hearts collide the feelings cannot be denied. Two beat as one and the one beats for it's other. Nothing feels like the pounding joy of love. True love cannot be bought, taken, stolen or prevented. One cannot pick and choose who they fall for. But some love is unhealthy and relentless. Leaving you unhappy and angry but wanting...

Lust

Just another poem

My heart flutters at the thought of you. My mind wanders of you while I seek the stars. My dreams are filled with your presence. I want you, I need you but I don't love you. My body aches for yours. As yours does for mine. My dreams torment me so. I wake to find myself alone. I care for you but you don't for me. I ache and want you so bad. This is lust and nothing more. Once you have me, my mind will be at peace. Take me...

Conquest Of Love

The bitter conflict of love, loss, betrayal, and love fought for.

I have been laid open, Exposed for all to see The scar tissue of my heart That forms your name. For only you could penetrate My impregnable defense, And rip from my soul The burning forever flame. Your wiles, your smiles, Your lustful kisses, your whispers That called my name were Cruelly dealt by your conspires. You owned my heart And conquered my spirit. My soul painfully impaled By your wet desires. I still tasted your...