Neal Stephens Poet/Author/Creator

06/04/2026

06/04/2026

A Moment in Nature

06/04/2026

Tales From Deranged Minds

06/04/2026

Adult content ahead

Desk Seduction

She asked, what are you writing today
Where is your quill looking to play
Is my flesh where you spill ink
Telling what you crave and think

I responded, are you sitting still
At your desk, seeking a thrill
Wanting more than ink to spill

She sends an image for my eyes
Down her cleavage, to her thighs
Just enough to tease my quill
My thoughts, do I dare to reveal

Did you lick your lips
Grasp tight on my hips
Rub through my pants
Does your tongue dance
As you begin to write
Are the jeans getting tight

My lips felt my tongue caress
Thinking of your sweet breasts
Slowly kissing toward your waist
Hungry, starving, begging to taste
Allowing the page to hold ink
Of lustful desires as I think
Would your legs be spread
If I were there needing to be fed

06/04/2026

Adult content ahead

Thickness

She asks about my quests
Am i truly chasing thickness
Hungry to enjoy her surprise
Feeling her clenching thighs

Her breast and sweet nips
Are pulling at my lips
Thoughts of fantasy slips
To places I know are wrong
Wanting to nibble her thong
Craving to hear her moan
Longing to lead her to pleasure
Her body i am aching to treasure

She dares me to admit and confess
How I will enjoy and please her thickness
Leave me to read your seductive prose
Make me tremble and quiver in my clothes

I said, are you sure you can control
As I write all I crave, baring my soul
Knowing my hands are on your knees
Nibbling under your skirt on your panties
Feeling you begin to quiver and squeeze
Begging me to do more than tease
Wanting your panties moved aside
Can your goosebumps still hide
Will you resist pulling my hair
As you embrace me down there

06/03/2026

Miss Mystery.... Hide Your Identity

You sent message with a request
I have chosen to give you a test
Miss Mystery is your creation
For your direction and adoration
We pretend to be the unknown
As we each have a role of our own
Outside my hotel room is a box
With a mask and a key that unlocks
The barrier we have put in place
Break free and come to my embrace

Stepping out of the shower alone
I opened your message on my phone
Reading with joy and uncertainty
Why are you surrendering to me
Shattering the walls and safety
Cracking the seams of reality
I dress and begin to drive your way
Where Miss Mystery and the poet play

Your voice cracks and speaks
As the door opens and creaks
Our mask must remain in place
We are not permitted to see
This night will be pure ectasy
As long as we each hide our face

05/30/2026

Thought of our endeavor when this came to mind

05/30/2026

05/30/2026

About Neal..

I write poetry. From nature loving to erotic.

I love my motorcycle. Not a Harley. Just a yamaha 650 vstar.

I love fishing. Whatever bites from bluegill to chartered fish trips.

I prefer the sand and salt air.

I live in the Midwest.

Being a paid author/writer is a dream.

05/29/2026

Drifting away to the beach