Water cascades over me and without conscious thought my hand slips between my thighs. I’d been thinking of you again. You eased into my mind like the best kind of thought, the kind that makes me squirm. My fingers circle my clit and I can’t help remembering the last time we met. The way you …
Terror not confined just to the night Choices sneaking up to scare me Seeing future images I didn’t want Suppressing screams as I wait for reality to play out My special brand of insanity “Will I survive me” The questions I ask as I lie awake
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?
Firm lips to my lower lips The delicious rub of hair on hair Downy mound veruses scratchy chin
She had this tendency, when she slept deep, to roll to her belly and push her ass into the air. He’s strolled in after a long day at work to find her positioned like an invitation, one he often can’t resist. This night was particularly hard to ignore after the stress of cases and the …
He makes me beg for it. The hand at the back of my neck is steady as he pushes in from behind. God, I love how hard he fucks me with so little regard for my pleasure. He makes me work. Work as hard as my restrained body can manage. He stops thrusting and I cry out …
I am Complicit in my own demise In my bound hands and my spread thighs I beg for it Bend over for it It trembles in my every cry The answering thrusts render me speechless Remind me that need will drive a woman To drink, to beg, to lie… On her back and recieve with …
How was your Saturday night?
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 …