Note: this was originally in first person because I often fantasy about this. Me, naked over a desk with a nicely dressed man taking me from behind. I changed the pov for a host of reasons, but figured it would be better like this. This’ll be quick, you and her. A thirst you need to …
I’m on my way to church, a moment when my mind should focus on Godly things after I’ve let it wander through the week. The train has just pulled into the station and I watch him step up to the platform out of the corner of my eye. And like a smoke cloud evaporating, there …
Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …
The distinct smell of my arousal drifts up. My thighs spread wider as I read sending more of that musky, warm scent into the air. Feminine. That’s how I feel as a different kind of dew coats plump lips. I wonder if it’s a scent that would arouse the ardor of a man. A tantalizing …
I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …
I’ve gotten a bit off track with the writing challenge. I’ve gotten a bit off track with my writing in general. This is week 8, I believe, in Panty Parade’s 12 Week challenge. I was to research 3 people who can help me reach my goals and ask them burning questions. That didn’t happen, but …
Something new? Maybe I watch as she slips off her sensible flats, changing into four-inch black heels that add height to her slender frame. Even seated I know she’s tall and I can’t help wondering if she’s going out after work, meeting her boyfriend or lover. The man she meets behind her husband’s back, perhaps? …
Well, I am just getting lunch. Enjoy.
If you read my last post, you cottoned to what I got up to today. The piercer was out sick so that was a no go. I learned that sometimes things don’t work out like the should and you have to go with the flow. So instead of checking clitoral hood piercing off the list, …
“You ready?” Am I? I’m here because I want to be, on this table with my pants undone, here waiting for him to make me beautiful through pain. “Yes, please.” I’m proud there’s no tremor in my voice. My insides do the trembling until the first bite of the needle. The clench of my teeth …