Inspired by this song. An unedited shortie – She shoved me hard against the wall, her hand planted like a bar in the center of my chest. “You stupid bitch.” The sneer she sported marred her otherwise beautiful face. “Look, Cari, I don’t know–” Her other hand reached up like lightning to strike my face. …
100 ish words – He placed her legs over each chair arm, growling when the lips of her cunt opened like a flower. Pulling her forward, he debated the best course for enjoying the treat before him. His cock ached to slide in her heat, but his mouth watered for a taste. With a soft …
I was told I do my best editing after I hit publish. 😊😉 “Suck it, baby. Lick it like a candy cane.” If she wasn’t so focused on the task, she would have rolled her eyes at him. As it was, she blocked out his chatter and concentrated on sucking. His hands plunged into her …
Quickie for MM. A busy day and subsequent exhaustion have killed me. I’ll have to edit in a bit so hold tight. — Her legs were spread wide in front of me, the trim hairs and wet lips so different from my own yet the same. A hand to the back of my neck guided …
For MM — “Care to wager?” I watched him with narrowed eyes, sensing I was about to place a losing bet. He leaned against the doorway, seemingly relaxed as though we were betting on horses or a ball game. That ease of his irritated the hell out of me. “What are the terms?” I let …
Parted thighs The perfect cradle For a bobbing head Quick thrusting fingers And a wet teasing tongue
Lips grazing lips A dancing tongue causes dancing hips Fast drips A wet mouth takes quick sips
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 …
Short Sketch My back pressed to the bed, his arms circling my thighs, his lips kissing mine as I stare into his eyes. They twinkle with mischief, desire, need. He pulls me closer every time, feasting on me until I sing. “More. More. More.” A hand pressed to my belly to hold me still then …
An unedited sketch I slip in your room, so quiet. You’re expecting me, but you’ve fallen asleep before I could arrive. The scent of you fills the air, seeping into me until I feel heavy with you. Your cologne, the heat of your body, your very essence makes me hungry. I ease between your sheets …