An unedited sketch. I just need to do a quick write — “Lift a little higher.” His hands wrap around my waist and adjust me just an inch. There’s a brief brush of his palm along my bare skin, causing me to groan. I don’t have a chance to ascertain the nature of my groan …
I’m around, planning on not dropping the ball (for once) and finishing Double Down. Just licking my wounds a bit from some not so good news I got. Life goes on though, huh?
Moving along. Trying for a MM entry on this one. It’ll do? Let’s give this one from Hubman a go. “he yanked her thong aside and roughly inserted a finger in her pussy. Just as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion, he withdrew and started to gently circle her back door…” — She’s a little …
A little help from my friends! I decided to take the comments and work them into a bit of a serial. Let’s see how far I go. I’m feeling really rusty so forgive me. Here’s the first prompt from Hy: She hung back a little, but I got the impression she just needed a door opened …
I have been stymied when it comes to story writing lately. The number of posts a week have dropped exponentially over the last few months and I can’t put my finger on why. Usually my writing drops when I’m living a bit more, but I’m not doing anything extra exciting lately. Aside from being on …
I get the most intense pleasure from peeling back my skin and watching the blood bead up and roll down Better my teeth to make me bleed than your words to cut me to the quick The pain of that pleasure is too much to take
Full disclosure: I saw this gif and immediately laid back on the bed with my hitachi. One orgasm later (yes, only one), and I had an idea what I wanted to say. So I give you two pieces. The first is my brief heated thoughts as I rubbed one out and the second is something …
A haiku I’ll pose for the lens A smile for the camera Breasts thrust, feet tucked
A tired girl’s haiku Confined in this plane Like my breasts in this bra Ready to be free
Something for MM — Is there anything more embarrassing than being butt-ass naked in a paper gown? Shay shifted on the exam table, glancing to her clothes piled on the chair as she considered making a break for it. Maybe she didn’t need this chec— A knock froze her in her path to the chair, …