I like to pretend I’m his special girl. Pulling on the sheer black hold ups, hooking garters to the tops, snapping on the black bra that shows the hard poke of my nipples, I think of his smile and the wicked gleam in his sharp eyes. He’ll unzip the tight blue dress I’m zipping up …
It’s been a miserable ass day of traveling and I’m still not to my destination. Just indulging in a memory to make me feel better. I’ll have to tell you about the time I asked him to jack off for me. Mercy… I’m determined to make him cum, but it’s nearly impossible to focus. It’s …
I went a month before my nightmares started up again. thirty days of undisturbed sleep where I talked myself into believing the change of scenery had “cured” me. That’s what I wanted to believe at least, that the fresh air had somehow pushed back the darkness and bad dreams that had filled life for the …
Some lovers are only a memory written out so you don’t forget them even though you should. Others become shadows that haunt your mind, that you find creeping into your thoughts as you butter your toast or the moment you pull a beer out of the fridge. You didn’t think you had a reason to …
Crumpling the paper, he tossed it in the garbage can near the door barely registering the sound as it thumped against the metal. More wasted words, more wasted effort, more wasted dreams. Despair hung heavy over him as the pen stayed poised over the blank page. Why wouldn’t the words come? They’d stalled on the …
He was specific with his instructions that day down to the color heels I needed to wear. His office by 11:45am bent over the front of his desk. No bra or panties, my white blouse unbuttoned just until my breasts spill out, my black mini skirt flipped up over my back, legs parted and elbows …
She missed holding hands the most. Watching the way the couple across from her pressed palm flush to palm, fingers entwined and connected brought forth a wave of such longing. Sucking in a breath she tried to look away from their public intimacy but found herself unable to do so. Their lips touching was at …
I can’t let NaNo go completely. I can’t say for sure where this falls in the story, but it’s in there. NaNo’s unedited so forgive me for not correcting here. The moment he slid into her wetness he felt like he’d come home. Brushing a finger over her full bottom lip, he just grazed the edge …