1000 words — “Honey girl, I need to see you.” She froze in the brushing of her hair, hearing the command in his voice. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his gaze an unreadable mask as his eyes swept her seated figure. Uh oh. There was no hiding the wide-eyed expression on her …
480 words — He thrust into her with such vigor the bed scraped across the hardwood floor. The force behind each push, his cock penetrating as though he wanted to split her in two, communicated his anger. The painful grip of his hand in her hair kept her exactly where he wanted her. The sharp …
730 words – “Slip your shirt off and let me have a look at you.” She played with the hem a moment before pulling the thin blouse up and off her body. Her breasts seemed to swell inside the Demi-cupped bra, the pink lace doing nothing to cover her nipples as they threatened to pop …
400 words – I have a quick confession to make She is the worst roommate I’ve ever had. I’m talking true slob material. I mean, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, the counters covered in food after she cooked, mud tracked in all over the living room floor after she biked, the toilet seat …
780 words – The hair on the back of her neck stood up, bringing her to a standstill as she passed from her bedroom into the bathroom. Phantom hands brushed her lips before caressing her collarbone so lightly goosebumps broke out on her bare arms. A whisper of breath along her ear sent a shiver …
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I love exposing myself. A funny thing to say, but true in a way. For all my conservative reservations, I’ve experienced very little guilt when it comes to my need to pose provocatively. Funny considering I was taught to value my body and save it for the one who’d love me forever. To not give …
If you promise me… A tongue licking my cream, a cock to suck clean, lips to trace over my skin, and your cum sliding down my throat at the end You damn well better follow through I’m only looking for a man who can deliver
For the longest time I avoided pornography as a means to help me get off. Some of it was born out of years of conditioning when it came to all things sexual outside of the bonds of marriage. I shouldn’t touch myself and to add the sin of indulging in watching porn would just send me …
I always believed being uninhibited would lead me down paths I’d never return from. That exploring passion was a dangerous thing. That religious upbringing that takes an unhealthy turn at points. I get unbalanced so easily and I need black and white explanations to keep that balance. Life isn’t so clear cut, I quickly learned. Passion isn’t …