Back to play? I’ll make it worth your while then. It was God-awful hot! A haze seemed to paint the air both inside and out. She couldn’t take off enough clothes or lay still enough to cool off. She’d stripped down to her skin and sprawled out on her bed with a glass of …
I finally met a fellow blogger I’ve known for something like ten years. LaNeshe (click on the link and check out her blog!) is one of two people I’ve followed in the blogging world forever that I’ve been dying to meet. One I managed to meet this past winter (II) and then yesterday my travels …
The sky looked bruised. An ominous sign that signaled a violent storm in the makings, with rains that promised more than a late summer’s sprinkle. It matched her mood perfectly. Bruised and roiling with a violence she was afraid she could no longer suppress. She needed to leave, him and this place. Before she imploded. …
He’ll only take what’s served Plated up Willingly conferred He’ll eat with his fingers Devoted to culinary completion Submission made sweeter When the honey is offered On a silver platter With bread to soak up the juice And wine to compliment the taste
Something to wake up to. It’s that time again. That (pants around your knees, hand between your thighs, head tossed back in pleasure) Time. And would you moan for me on this Monday? Here’s something familiar to help you get there… An arm slid around her waist just as she lifted the pan to turn the …
If you can, I’ll certainly let you. My vacation has started. Glory, glory! After 10 straight days at work, I’d say I’ve earned it. Two weeks off from work to not do anything so just spectacular. I’ll be visiting friends, deciding on applying to a program to start an advanced degree, and heading to a …
I’m participating in Kayla’s weekly MM posting that she’s just started. Check here for rules, be awesome, and participate. This week’s prompt is simple. Instead of speaking of my experience, I want to relive a different moment. My lips brush along his collarbone and his breath catches. I feel the shake of his body, the way …
I lifted my hand, palm up, and extended it toward her. She sat on the plush couch in my office, a distance away from where I’d positioned the chairs in front of my desk. The expression on her face far too worldly for a child of ten. I knew her history. Not in detail, but …
She Is ever ready Body displayed A perfect example A beautiful presentation Posed for one purpose Yet carelessly forgotten
He called her juicy, holding her gaze as his lips hovered above where she quivered. Those eyes had lured her in at the bar, telling in a way that short circuited the staunch feminist inside her. She felt picked out special, plucked from the bunch so he could savor her. His eyes had told her …