Let’s turn the tables I’ll teach you What it feels like To be the one Who gets Fucked
Something else a little old. The sound of metal rattling drew his eyes back to the bed. Her pink skin beneath the metal handcuffs brought a smile to his face. She was definitely agitated. A wave of perverse satisfaction rose up, tightening his cock as he took in her obvious frustration at her position. …
Chipped black polish Screaming about no regrets And one night stands And another round with him More like smeared mascara On eyes and sheets Mixing with the evidence of sex You can smell on me I’m a good girl A good time girl Putting nail marks in your back So you’ll leave baggage for my …
Mmm, time to play. Something old and flowery. Warm wetness closed around her nipple, sending her into a spin. She clung to the edge of the table, her nails leaving crescent shapes in the leather as she fought to right her world. “Oh,” she breathed out as he sucked harder. The sensation, sharp and electric, …
It releases today so I wanted to announce it and put my review out there! BLURB Vampires, menages, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies… These eight original stories by some of today’s hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come …
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 …
Sub title: Sex is mess, anal sex is messier. You can already tell where this post is going, can’t you? It’s Friday and I’m in need of some relief to get me through my work weekend so I’m going to tell you about my anal sex experience. That’s right, in an ongoing effort to be …
That last text? An unspoken farewell Good luck I hope it was good for you
Come in, cum in. It was a compulsion that led her to stand in front of it. Her reflection appeared in the mirror, wide brown eyes staring back at her full of questions and an earnest need she saw too often. He’d called her cold the last time they’d met, a cock-tease because she didn’t …
I can be talkative, but sometimes I get quiet. Is it better to keep silent? I think some things need time to ruminate before it’s worth uncovering, saying. It’s necessary to process and figure out what the results and consequences of an action will be. I can’t see it yet so I can’t talk about …