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 …
I certainly don’t go to work to play But I’m definitely not here to entertain your attitude So do us both a big favor And keep your mouth shut
Gentle slide Easing forward Expanding my horizon
Having read this and recently watched Fury, this has been on my mind. I have no experience with war so I know my writing is lacking, but this demanded a voice so take it at face value. Special thank you to an amazing proofreader who kept me on track with my war history. Thank you …
Darn my site and not playing the gifs! Go see Kayla and this week’s offerings. God, I need to cum. I’m right there on the edge. Wet and thinking of you. Thinking of your cock sliding between my fingers and deep, sooo deep, inside me. My thighs part more, my hips lift off the sheets …
I miss public transit sometimes. An old one for you There’s a weird sort of detached intimacy on the train. Few instances require such long periods of closeness with complete strangers. Eyes pretending to stare into space as you absorb the body heat of the person next to you. A thigh pressed to yours, a …