August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


Bowlful of Cherries

cherries by Walid Mahfoudh (Flickr)

Naked and bedded
they fed each other cherries

Pinching a stem and holding the cherry
as if bait for a tiger

Lips spread wide, teeth bared,
they plucked the fruit from its stem

(First, she tickled under each cherry
with her tongue tip because she loved his reaction)

They used to be careful of the cherry juice,
so it wouldn’t get on the white sheet

But they decided pink explosive stains on the sheets
would be good reminders of this afternoon

The rule was tossed aside, and
spraying cherry juice added to the sensual fun

Cherry and cherry, back and forth, feeding and teasing,
the sweet flesh delightful in their mouths

He moved the wide bowl from between them
to the nightstand

As it was time to feast on each other.


Photo by Walid Mahfoudh (Flickr)



Sand on Her Thighs

Coming back from a morning walk on the beach
sand is on her thighs,
so he knows she wasn’t just walking
on the beach,
just as he knows he doesn’t care
about the sand she’s leaving
on the hardwood floor.
Those are irrelevant,
because the urge now
is to wipe the sand off her thighs
and answer
the sun-hot, wave-crashed look in her eyes.



A poem inspired by the playfully tilted O in Robert Indiana’s LOVE sculpture.


Her glossy red lips form an O
open to let sounds rush out
desperate to release
refusing to be contained
needing to unleash the song of bliss felt inside.

This is not the funny yet silly
O face from Office Space,
but the moaning of hysterical literature
hysteria of uncontrolled emotion
why would you want to control it
let it have its wondrous way
be it caused by literature or unseen tool under the table.

Or in this particular case
on this particular night
with her glossy red lips forming an O,
her hysteria is caused by
his fingers and mouth
eager and patient
for the reward of her crying out
O God O God O God
in a transcendent chant
above all that is ordinary.


Beltane: Night of Magic & Romance

novel cover for Beltane: Night of Magic & Romance

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This is a novella of romance and fantasy. Not necessarily a fantasy with tons of fighting, like in The Lord of the Rings. This story is much simpler and gentler than that epic trilogy.

Beltane is a Gaelic festival to celebrate fertility and the arrival of the warm season, rejoicing in the land as it awoke from the long slumber of winter. Of leaves appearing in their wondrous green. Of icy streams thawing and flowing swiftly once more, their lovely gurgling like music in the forest. Of flowers blossoming, their colors bursting with happiness, the joy of being alive once more.

On Beltane night, two bonfires were built in a field, with cattle led between the fires. Revelers — who wore crowns of intertwined flowers and herbs — danced around the bonfires and leaped over them.

And revelers emulated the union of the Goddess with the God of Beltane by joining together in coupling.

In this story, Katelyn is approached by a few men who wish to celebrate Beltane night by rolling in the woods with her. But she’s put off by their drunkenness and selfishness. So she tricks them in a way that allows her to sneak away from the two bonfires and have a rest by herself.

However, her rest is interrupted by yet another man. Shandon. Who is not like the other men in the village. He’s not cocky and sloppy from ale. Instead, he’s soft-spoken and gentle. And he appreciates Katelyn beyond simply wanting to have selfish sex with her.

But even another interruption crashes their conversation. Queen Mab — queen of the faeries — arrives on a tall horse and offers them a visit to the spirit world. A way to experience magic like they’ve never seen before.

In the spirit world, Shandon has to pass three challenges to see what he is made of, and how much he cares for Katelyn in his budding love. And with the three challenges, things get interesting — and fun 🙂

Please note: There are a couple of sex scenes in this story that include explicit descriptions. This is not erotica, as the whole story is not just about sex. Rather, it is erotic romance and fantasy. And it is meant for mature readers 18 years and older only.

Here’s a little more about the background of Beltane:

“It was a celebration of the sexual union of the God and Goddess, and the creative energies born from their love-making. These energies were thought to bless the land, animals and people, bestowing health and fertility on all. And so the people of the Celtic tribes, unencumbered by prudish morals, took the opportunity to emulate the gods and spent Beltane night in feverish coupling. According to many sources, it didn’t matter if the partners knew one another previously or not, for on that night, all women were the Goddess incarnate and all men, the God. But it wasn’t just sex; it was a holy union blessed by the gods.” (Quoted from Nicole Evelina’s Through the Mists of Time website.)

For more information about this festival, see its Wikipedia article, An Aussie Wytch’s post (which also offers advice if you wish to celebrate Beltane, too), and Nicole Evelina’s article. These were all helpful to me in my writing this story.


Luscious Chocolate

chocolate, by David Erickson (Flickr, Creative Commons)

David Erickson (Flickr, Creative Commons)

Thick luscious rich
the flavor filling her mouth
coating her tongue
in sweet utter bliss.

She closed her eyes
to concentrate
on it more.

Delicious delirious sumptuous
like evening in the tropics
air’s so humid
you bathe through it.

The sun slides under an
indigo-black sky’s blanket
leaves of the cocoa trees
and the dangling cocoa pods
fondled by the slight breeze.

For the chocolate tastes like
this rich tropical night of luxuriant
colors sensations textures.

The beautiful thing is that
each piece of
in the box promises
to be another


The photo above is used under the non-commercial Creative Commons license. Click on image to jump to photographer’s Flickr page.


The Masks Stay On

I wrote a Mardi Gras poem last year, so I figured I’d give it a shot again…

No need to remove our masks,
since the night carries mysteries
in its inner pockets like knives and
photos of compromising positions.

Like the one she’s in right now,
a wondrous part of her unmasked:
her gown is finally pushed up —
this sumptuous gown that titillated
me all evening, with its enviable ability
to hug her curves, a teasing smirk
by showing off skin here and there,
just enough to tempt me
into wanting more and more.

Finally I get to feel the crimson gown
lift and slide, clutched my eager hands,
this soft dress the color of blood
like that stampeding in me to my center,
hardening even more
as I sink into her, not bothering
either to remove my mask
or my tuxedo in our great haste.

She moans at my arrival of heat,
her moans are more a celebration
than the party revelers
on the floor below us,
laughing and talking loudly,
down the wide curving staircase
that we ascended in our journey
to find this bedroom tucked
away from the tipsy crowd
for the privacy of our lust.

Her moans are more jubilation
than the yells on the street
outside, the parade float patrons
calling out bargains of beads
for flashes of the drunken watchers
dancing on the sidewalks.

We dance our own Mardi Gras exuberance,
the thrill of plunging into her,
her moans a free verse jazz,
as she lays upon this bed,
in this unfamiliar room,
in this extravagant mansion,
on this intoxicating night.


Love Is

Love is walking hand in hand on the beach.

Love is gifts of red roses and chocolate.

Love is looking past the clichés of romance
and creating memories that are
unique to just the two of you.

Love is a song sung with huge, expansive emotion.

Love is being impatient to see your lover again.

Love is thinking your lover is the only person on Earth.

Love is comforting your lover when he or she is in pain.

Love is doing whatever you can to make your lover laugh.

Love is dancing closely together on a crowded dance floor
and not caring about the others around you.

Love is touching your lover in those places
you know they love to be touched.

Love is kissing your lover deeply for a long time.

Love is knowing that other person as who they are and not who you wish them to be, and you still stay with them, be by their side through the fun times and the heart-wrenching difficult times.

Love is enjoying bringing your lover to orgasm, and you are thrilled as they cry out in ecstasy.

Love is sweating and panting as you make love to your lover with reckless abandon, throwing any attempts to be cool or handsome or pretty or smart or suave out the window because you lost caring about those things in the moment, and all you care about is giving and getting pleasure from this amazing person.

Love is glowing after that wild sex, feeling your pulse and breath slowly return back down to normal.

Love is falling asleep next to your lover, grateful for she or he to be there, and looking forward to waking up next to them the next morning.