Oh man, do I ever look forward to Mondays anymore. Kayla served up another hot prompt so it’s time to play. Check the link to see the gif in action. “Come here.” His tone made her lick her suddenly dry lips as she crossed the room to where he sat in his big chair. What …
I’m all about promoting my fellow writers so I jumped alllll over the chance to hype my girl Kayla’s newest Sir and Babygirl release. Check it out! Book Blurb: In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, …
From a delicate coco branch Blackberry beautiful Delightful to reach up and pluck Then take between lips Lap with a tongue Bite down gently And savor its taste.
Unedited sketch – I wake to him in my room. The darkness his cover, his hand over my mouth, my gag. He tells me not to look. Said he’d beat me until I couldn’t move, and I try to listen. I try because I’m scared shitless he’ll hurt me. He turns me to my stomach, …
Kayla has found another inspirational photo this week. I believe it’s time to play, no? She slipped her hand back in her lap to conceal the tremor. Abby had considered this fantasy, brought herself off by it daily, but facing the reality of it made her pulse race with more than a small amount of …
Don’t speak I’ve invited you here To see To feel To taste I am open So ready No words Only an act so sweet Take All of me But don’t speak
A continuation of what I read on Kayla’s site. She wrote it for Wicked Wednesday and it stuck in my mind like a barb, demanding I carry it on. Maybe not to completion, but onward nonetheless… It was like a spell woven over the room. He’s the wizard and I’m the unsuspecting observer caught up …
(Unedited ramblings alert!) Okay, I feel like I need to say a bit more on the topic. Or maybe I’ve said too much already? Anyway, I think most of my distaste for this stems from the fact that no real sustaining recognition is given with these “Top (insert whatever) Blogger” posts. I’ve been on at …
This week’s prompt. Gawd, my girly bits can’t handle it! The gif refuses to play (a damn shame) so go check it out then come back and read. I’m bad. The names I call myself as I creep out of my house, around the back, across the yard to that spot just beneath his window …
I, Cara Thereon, will not be voting in any “Top (insert whatever) Blogger” this year. It seems counterintuitive to the aim of reaching out and forming community, but I find it depresses the hell out of me to vote in the contests. There’s a bit of popularity involved. You have to be popular to be …