Before I venture to my next stop, I’ll have a last get together with someone. And all I want, all I can think about, was asking him to fuck me like he hates me. It reminded me of an old unedited story I wrote. Worth the share if only for my pleasure… Part of me …
Month: August 2015
Firm lips to my lower lips The delicious rub of hair on hair Downy mound veruses scratchy chin
She had this tendency, when she slept deep, to roll to her belly and push her ass into the air. He’s strolled in after a long day at work to find her positioned like an invitation, one he often can’t resist. This night was particularly hard to ignore after the stress of cases and the …
This is kinda my entry. I say kinda because I’m not sure I’ll get to visit everyone else’s posts. Exhausted. It was a long ass shift, but I made myself exercise. Just trying to unwind and bring my mood down. Slightly sweaty tatas just for you. See the other lovely options Not pictured: the …
He cuddles up to her and the air stops in her lungs. The warm gust of his breath on her shoulder, at the nape of her neck arouses her almost as much as his fingertips dancing up her thigh. She can’t help arching back, her ass cradling against his cock. The hard length of him …
“Are you still free tonight?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t now. The baby is sick and my girl needs me to come home to help. You know I wouldn’t cancel for any other reason.” I registered it, I recognized the excuse for the valid one it was, but my heart heard… “You are not my …
He makes me beg for it. The hand at the back of my neck is steady as he pushes in from behind. God, I love how hard he fucks me with so little regard for my pleasure. He makes me work. Work as hard as my restrained body can manage. He stops thrusting and I cry out …
My entry for boobday. I actually took it a few days ago. My attempt to imitate a pose that someone sent to me. I don’t usually like my breasts, but I find them so sexy in this particular photo so it’s worth the share. It’s the one visible nip that gets it! My creative …
I am Complicit in my own demise In my bound hands and my spread thighs I beg for it Bend over for it It trembles in my every cry The answering thrusts render me speechless Remind me that need will drive a woman To drink, to beg, to lie… On her back and recieve with …