A.J. Huffman has published twelve solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her new poetry collections, Another Blood Jet (Eldritch Press), A Few Bullets Short of Home (mgv2>publishing), Butchery of the Innocent (Scars Publications) and Degeneration (Pink Girl Ink) are now available from their respective publishers and amazon.com. She has an additional poetry collection forthcoming: A Bizarre Burning of Bees (Transcendent Zero Press). She is a four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, a two-time Best of Net nominee, and has published over 2400 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com.
Enjoying the View
Cassie hated to hike alone, but when her boyfriend, Dennis had to delay his flight because of a last-minute deadline at work, she found herself sitting in a romantic hotel room in Hawaii, alone. To escape the onset of depression and boredom, she had had filled her backpack with bottles of water and headed out onto the scenic trails the hotel brochures bragged about.
A half an hour or so into her trip, Cassie happened upon a small waterfall. The breeze coming through the trees was nice, but she was still sweating and decided to cool off. Unsure of the aquatic dangers that might be lurking in the pool at the base of the falls, she maneuvered herself up the rocks. Once behind the waterfall, she could use it as a natural shower, and the distance of the falls from the trail would shield her from any passing eyes.
Cassie had stripped down to her just her bikini bottoms when she heard laughter coming from the trail, a female squeal followed by a husky male laugh. Cassie grabbed her shirt from the rock she had laid it on, held it against her as she leaned closer to the water to see if they were coming her way.
Through the rushing falls, she could see the two figures approach. The man was grabbing at the woman’s bikini strings, as she half-heartedly slapped his hands away. The bottom string was practically untied, and the woman wasn’t doing much to keep her breasts from falling out from the cover of the fabric.
The man grabbed the woman and buried his face in her neck. The woman arched her back, straining to see if anyone was around. Unable to see Cassie behind the falling water, the woman surrendered herself to the man’s advances, wrapped her hands into his hair as he moved from her neck to her now fully exposed breast.
Cassie forgot all about getting dressed as she watched the man suck each of the woman’s breasts, his tongue circling each nipple before his mouth covered it. The woman moaned as her hands disappeared from site.
A moment later the man’s cargo shorts slid to the grass. He gave up his foray into the woman’s cleavage long enough to remove them and his boxer shorts completely. The woman quickly undid the rest of her bikini top, and hurriedly removed her shorts. Once they were both naked, the man dropped to his knees and buried his head between the woman’s legs.
Cassie could feel the familiar tug of arousal in her own groin, and she imagined she was the woman and it was her body the man’s tongue was conquering. She dropped the shirt she had been clutching to her now swelling breasts, ran her hands over her own nipples as she continued to watch the encounter below.
The woman had backed up and was now leaning against a palm tree while the man sucked at her. Her leg over his shoulder, her hands grasped his hair, pushing his tongue deeper as her climax rose, erupted like a volcano.
The man pulled her down on top of him. They kissed playfully for a moment, hands and mouths roaming wildly over each other, completely oblivious to the fact that they were not alone.
By the time the man entered the woman, Cassie had leaned herself back against the rock wall, fingering herself to climax. She could hear the moans coming from below as she stifled her own. Her body kept pace with the two below, until all three came in a rush of erotic release.
Cassie continued to lean against the rock wall as the man and woman dressed themselves, headed back toward the trail. Once they were out of sight, she quickly dressed and headed back to the trail. She couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and call Dennis to tell him all about her secret erotic excursion behind the falls.
Of Moth and Flame
White wings flutter,
mocking innocence with each
thrust. Red beast rises
harder than smoke, ignites
the night. Screams
of ecstasy follow
explosive bursts.
Sparks linger like kisses.
Temporary heat
worth dying for.
Musical Instrument
My body is a symphony
you play with fingers and lips,
blowing, touching. I echo
your desire, a hollow form waiting
to feel your breath. My pulse
inspires, your response composes
appropriate notes and nuances. I swallow
my own hesitation, soar beneath you
as we fly across unfettered night
on conjoined wings without words.
Naked Sushi Girl
Raw flesh against raw flesh.
Strategically placed, this pale
palette barely breathes, waits
for hungry sticks to come
and pick her bare. They devour
this horizontal display with eyes,
hands, mouths. Her
edible striptease continues
until appetites subside.
His Body was a Tilt-A-Whirl
and I could feel the excitement and fear tightening
in my gut as I approached. Sliding myself
into his seat, I searched for appropriate handholds.
I leaned back for support as we picked up speed,
turning into the motion as we surged forward. Faster
and faster we moved as one until I became dizzy,
lightheaded. Leaving the cool structure of his form,
I found my legs weak, unsteady on solid ground.
I immediately placed myself back in line, a child
eager for another go ‘round.
