I am a giver Offering parts of me Praying you’ll receive Love, want, appreciate My gifts
Haven’t been feeling particularly sexy lately, but I find posing for someone helps lift my mind out of any funk. Knowing someone will appreciate tends to elevate my mood. I know of at least one person who appreciated this so maybe you will too. Go appreciate the other lovely options. Happy Friday the 13th! …
“You too fresh to be out here. You sure you ain’t with the police?” This one was a talker. She rolls her eyes, ignoring his babble as she unbuckles his belt. The clunk of metal hitting the floor seems to increase his nervous chatter. “I can’t afford to go to jail. My wife, my wife…” …
This pain, snaking like black tendrils through her chest, sank deeper and deeper the longer she watched. She was caught between it and the erotic nearly hypnotic scene before her. “Fuck me.” She cringed at the way the words rolled off the woman’s tongue. They were a raspy whisper that sounded ugly to her ears. …
The things I hide under my work clothes, eh? I’m not the only one with something pretty to show. TGIF for real!
Not sure if the lovely Hy will have a Boobday post, but I’m feeling frisky so you get one from me anyway. I’ve been in such a weird place mentally and emotionally lately. It would do me good to have a good flogging and then some even better sex. Alas, neither is happening. A girl …
I’m traveling today, of all days. It’ll be flying, nights in a hotel room, hot desert sun, and a little bit of fun. Lots of sweat, too! Here’s to making good memories where there have only been bad ones. (Just finished working out so I’m toweling my back off in the photo. Lol). See …
He guides my hand down between my thighs and presses it to my cunt. I’m swollen and wet, the tremors from the way he just used me echo though my core. He wants me to stroke and tease my clit until I’m on the edge of coming again, but I feel used up already. My …
when the rope unravels and the stripes on my skin fade will you remember the smile you left on my face as we parted ways?
N.Likes wrote a post recently that seemed to get brain going. In case you didn’t know this, I date white guys. Actually, only white guys. Mostly because I grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood, went to a predominantly white school then college, and tend to be pursued by white guys. I’m open to other …