The color of money If you have it Spend it wisely
Going for two months of some kinda daily writing. We’ll see how I do – When damp lips Require a delicate touch Will you move heaven and earth For a simple taste
My story writing muscles are stiff, arthritic, and slightly anemic. This is just to help me work out some kinks mentally. Just written ruminations. — My eyes caught on her cocoa-colored legs as she slid in the cab. That denim skirt hitched to mid thigh and I swear to God I saw a flash of …
Lazy. Didn’t edit. On vacation. I’ll give you boobies later in apology. *** Tossing back the covers, Gazelle climbed to her feet. Her body gave a twinge sending a rush of heat through her body as she realized what caused it. In spite of herself, and her multiple misgivings, she smiled. He still knew how …
Beauty is what you conceive it to be Flowers twined around bare thighs A pink tongue peaking out to tease The particular construct of a face Preference plays a peculiar role Am I beautiful? Or am I an artfully constructed lie? How do you see me?
For the love of The shape of my thigh The curve of my stomach The heft of my breast I’m not asking for worship But simple reverence will do
Chapter 5 Their erratic breathing filled the room. She let his body weigh her down into the bed, her arms numb from being bound so long. It didn’t bother her though. No, she enjoyed the numbness as well as the way he grew semi hard inside of her, and the slow snake of his cum …
I ache Need multiplying Until I writhe Moan out my frustration Then climax With thoughts of you Cradled between my thighs
Has anyone seen Nick James around? English, regular commenter, no blog? I’m putting an APB out on him.
I’ll let you have a piece of me Take a bite out of supple flesh Sip my inner marrow Chew until you’ve developed a taste for me Until you sit back and smile with satisfaction Delighted in your feast Utterly sated by me