Does our tenuous connection hold you so tight? The “I” of it tries to tie me when this “miss” was made to believe that the “you” just wanted a fluid exchange So our loose strand that was no more than a hairbreadth from breaking apart Suddenly feels like a solid tightrope This “I” can still …
The sky looked bruised. An ominous sign that signaled a violent storm in the makings, with rains that promised more than a late summer’s sprinkle. It matched her mood perfectly. Bruised and roiling with a violence she was afraid she could no longer suppress. She needed to leave, him and this place. Before she imploded. …
I lifted my hand, palm up, and extended it toward her. She sat on the plush couch in my office, a distance away from where I’d positioned the chairs in front of my desk. The expression on her face far too worldly for a child of ten. I knew her history. Not in detail, but …
He called her juicy, holding her gaze as his lips hovered above where she quivered. Those eyes had lured her in at the bar, telling in a way that short circuited the staunch feminist inside her. She felt picked out special, plucked from the bunch so he could savor her. His eyes had told her …
A story crafted with someone in mind. – Sit back and let me see you spread wide. Even as he sent the text he wondered if she’d go through with it. He clamped a hand over his mouth as the picture flashed on his screen. She’d sent him a full on shot of her pussy and …
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” The tone of her voice didn’t change, but the command threading through her words made him hard as a rock. He licked his lips as a nervous energy coursed through him along with the sharp edge of arousal as he contemplated what would happen if – …
She turned her head for a kiss and his hips froze mid thrust. Just having her eyes on him sent a shudder of revulsion down his spine that galvanized him. Holding her hip in a grip he knew would leave bruises, he snagged her hair with his other hand, pulling back until her back bowed. …
I’ve been slacking on Please because of work. While I get moving on editing a bit before posting, enjoy an older story. There’s something about the broad expanse of a man’s back that gets me unbelievably wet. It screams strength, power, and force. Just the sight of a bare back, those muscles flexed, that power …
Been a while. A quickie… Be as still as she could. A slow breath in through her nose, an easy breath out through her mouth, and a gentle rise and fall of her chest. Nothing more than that. Her instructions were to keep her eyes closed as she was decoration for the pleasure of her …
Going through my archives and found something from August of last year. Stories I Create On The Train. Raise your hand if you remember this… A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I …