Unedited. My taste for the voyeuristic is showing. – Adjusting her binoculars, Desiree watched as he stepped out on his balcony at 2:25 pm exactly. Warmth bloomed low in her gut as she thanked God for her neighbor’s habits. Their backyards abut, something she’d become increasingly grateful for since the first moment she’d happened to …
Taking into account lived experience It’s funny how perception colors everything How what’s whispered What’s shouted at me means more than My achievements, ambition, success You say I am more, but that’s definitely not how I know you judge me Decisions are made in split seconds And what you said? What you did both empowers …
Worth the reblog. Take note, my friends. A game worth playing, methinks
I couldn’t keep funny things off my mind when I saw this photo. This story is the first that popped up though — “Stunt cock!” He snapped to attention, pumping his hard on as he moved to his spot. The model had a bored look on her face that instantly changed the moment she saw him …
The sound of his hand landing against the flesh of her ass echoed through the room. The pain of it arched her back and set her to her tiptoes as it reverberated through her. She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold, her nerve endings tingling as the sensation moved through her. “Fifty, sir.” Her …
Unedited sketch — I spotted him before he saw me. He’s the same, but unbelievably different. The memories that surface the moment I see his face are hard, hot, and deeply erotic. How is it possible to have such a visceral reaction to a man I haven’t seen in ten years? One kiss forever ago is …
Sometimes Extra shut eye Matters more than Braving the cold world Or finishing a waiting story
Wrote this 2 years ago to the day. Included this in my brief attempt at self-publishing and just felt it deserved a reposting. — The sour smell of fear permeated the living room. Dark spots of indeterminate origin stained the blue carpet. Blood, she surmised with a delicate sniff. Furniture lay toppled, shredded, or totally …
I slip them on Thin gusset slips between lips The press teasing me Until I’m plump Until my hand slips in to cup Until my clit wakes up And I have to have relief
The gif this week is hella hot. Here’s a little poetry to compliment her display. – My back, damp, on silken sheets Me, buried beneath covers Heat, from my skin, between my thighs Eyes, to the ceiling, blind to all Wet, wetter than my brow Leaking from my cunt to coat my fingers Fast and …