Cara Thereon

I am a writer who wants nothing more than to express myself through my words. I'm old enough to write what I like and live where the weather suits me best.

Bounty

The perfect ass I wish for it at times. My perception of me being skewed to believe the beauty Is smooth skin, ass high and tight. It surprises me how the words “beautiful” trip so easily off someone’s lips Made for… Loving, spanking, kissing, admiring Plentiful. More than a handful and perfect in its own …

At it again

Late MM entry. — “Well aren’t you a naughty boy.” He stilled as her voice slipped over him. Shit… He wasn’t expecting her home so early. Embarrassment heated his face as a different kind of heat rose in his veins stuffing his cock. It was tempting to keep his eyes lowered, but he lifted his gaze …

Substitute

Working the weekends always messes me up so I scoured my archives for something. Tuesday I hope to do a late entry for the week because that photo is too good to ignore. Check out the other options. — “Go slow.” I feel your hand at the back of my neck, offering comfort with a …

Come On

Quickie — In the heat of the moment His cock a piston into my core, drilling deeper and stretching me wide. I’ve given him every position the moment he asks for it. On my back with my thighs against his chest, on my knees with my ass high, on top as I straddle his hips …

Sweets

This was for MasturbationMonday, but work and life conspired against me once again. Have the unedited version and my apology for not being around more. — I’ve always considered myself firmly in the hetero category. I liked cock of almost any size and I enjoyed the taste, feel, and smell of a man as I …

Exhale

Sketch His hand at the back of her neck. Eases her, forces her with gentle pressure to her knees. “Open.” Her thighs and her mouth. “Close.” Her eyes as the blindfold obscures her vision. That hand drops back to the nape of her neck, communicating so much with a gentle squeeze. She holds, waiting just …

Who You Want

Unedited I’ll be… Leather clad, stiletto wearing, whip wielding woman. Stripes on your thighs, my heel in your back. Demanding my “Yes, Miss” so you’ll get pleasure from pleasing me. Pressing, commanding, “Strip for me. Right. Fucking. Now.” And you do. Making you like it, making you feel good because I’m making you do what …