So the 4th round of Smut Marathon is done and we’ve slid into round 5 for those who remain. A lot of feelings surfaced at the close of voting and I’ve debated a lot about my response to it. Here’s my entry: “So fucking sexy.” The words carry her to the bed, caressing her body …
Do thick thighs save lives? Does hair make a difference? On comprehension On composition On who plays with vibes Mirror Full length mirror On the wall Who’s the kitten Before you so tall? Brown girl Brown girl What’s not to love? Combo: mirror + toy = mirrored toy? You’d think this would be easy except …
The water spray was cold. She tasted the salt on her tongue the moment they pulled out into the bay. There was a certain thrill to being there, standing on the boat and heading to a place she’d only seen on TV. She was strange at this distance. The color that made her so famous …
So this Kink of the Fortnight’s topic is feet. Admittedly, this is a topic I’m pretty ambivalent about. I don’t mind feet. They don’t gross me out in the way they do some people. They also don’t inspire any kind of sexual feelings. As for my own feet, I’m fairly ticklish/sensitive so I don’t much …
Sarai loved to fuck to the sounds of Enya. You’d think something soothing like Only Time would inspire sweet, beautiful love making, but Sarai was different. Twenty years later, any time I hear that zen-like music I think of fucking Sarai. The daughter of two bikers, she was convinced she was switched at birth. Her …
A little poem that encapsulates the feelings I sometimes have about my creativity/art. I was trying to communicate something in this photo, but lacked the patience to do it. – I want to get it right. Just. Right. The angle, the lighting, the motherfucking words But perfection isn’t possible (No, I’m not patient enough for …
A knock sounded at the door, drawing him away from his work. He debated not answering, but the light tapping became a pounding that rattled the clock above the doorway. The cabin was small so it was a few quick steps to cross from his cluttered desk to the entrance. He threw it open hard …
“Are you, Kaly?” I’m exactly who you want me to be when you shake my hand. Kaly Green from a dating site where you swiped right. Bubbly and busty, waiting there just for you. I smile my million dollar smile and draw you in. You look at me and see what you want to see. …
I’m terrible at doing #SoSS things, but I wanted to do a tiny one. Just as a reminder, Share Our Shit Saturday is a place to boost other bloggers’ posts you’ve read. It’s not compulsory, and I’ve been bad about sharing regularly so I’m glad it’s not. I figured in light of recent conversations about …
