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 …
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 …
Before I venture to my next stop, I’ll have a last get together with someone. And all I want, all I can think about, was asking him to fuck me like he hates me. It reminded me of an old unedited story I wrote. Worth the share if only for my pleasure… Part of me …
Firm lips to my lower lips The delicious rub of hair on hair Downy mound veruses scratchy chin
He cuddles up to her and the air stops in her lungs. The warm gust of his breath on her shoulder, at the nape of her neck arouses her almost as much as his fingertips dancing up her thigh. She can’t help arching back, her ass cradling against his cock. The hard length of him …
No, you don’t get to kiss my lips. As you hover over me, a look of longing winking in your eyes, so close to giving in to your need to make it more intimate than it can ever be. I close my eyes, turn my head, and savor the talented way you fuck me. I’m …
A social visit to my friend’s office always draws at least one set of eyes my way. I feel his on me the moment I walk in. Tracing the straps of my tank top, admiring the curve of my ass in my leggings. Maybe I wore it specifically with him in mind because I do …
This is a mental decongestant. Sorry not sorry — She’s not sure how they transitioned from mind-blowing sex to this, but she was wishing desperately she was still face down in the bed with his dick buried in her ass. Her mind drifts to that as they stare at each other. He’d once again issued …