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 …
Missy (2) and Cynthia have a start, but I’m admittedly curious about Patrick. Shit. Patrick bounced Kyle on his knee, silently cursing the slip of his tongue. What had possessed him to admit to the affair? A moment of weakness brought on by fatigue, surely. Work had been crazy and Cynthia had coaxed him into opening …
Not sure where it’s going but continuing on One. And Cynthia if you’re interested Missy tipped the bottle back, draining the clear liquid and grimacing at the burn. That stuff packs a serious punch for such a small dose of alcohol. Her leg bounced uncontrollably as her mind turned over the possibilities of being back there. It …
What a facking preppy he was with his plaid button down, boat shoes, and those Nantucket reds. I saw the sunburn on the back of his neck from sitting on the deck of his gaddamn yacht for four hours, drinking beer and blowing smoke up his cronies’ rich asses. You could hear him talking stocks …