Let’s turn the tables I’ll teach you What it feels like To be the one Who gets Fucked
Something else a little old. The sound of metal rattling drew his eyes back to the bed. Her pink skin beneath the metal handcuffs brought a smile to his face. She was definitely agitated. A wave of perverse satisfaction rose up, tightening his cock as he took in her obvious frustration at her position. …
Chipped black polish Screaming about no regrets And one night stands And another round with him More like smeared mascara On eyes and sheets Mixing with the evidence of sex You can smell on me I’m a good girl A good time girl Putting nail marks in your back So you’ll leave baggage for my …
I’m all about promoting my fellow writers so I jumped alllll over the chance to hype my girl Kayla’s newest Sir and Babygirl release. Check it out! Book Blurb: In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, …
From a delicate coco branch Blackberry beautiful Delightful to reach up and pluck Then take between lips Lap with a tongue Bite down gently And savor its taste.
Unedited sketch – I wake to him in my room. The darkness his cover, his hand over my mouth, my gag. He tells me not to look. Said he’d beat me until I couldn’t move, and I try to listen. I try because I’m scared shitless he’ll hurt me. He turns me to my stomach, …
Don’t speak I’ve invited you here To see To feel To taste I am open So ready No words Only an act so sweet Take All of me But don’t speak
Does our tenuous connection hold you so tight? The “I” of it tries to tie me when this “miss” was made to believe that the “you” just wanted a fluid exchange So our loose strand that was no more than a hairbreadth from breaking apart Suddenly feels like a solid tightrope This “I” can still …
I finally met a fellow blogger I’ve known for something like ten years. LaNeshe (click on the link and check out her blog!) is one of two people I’ve followed in the blogging world forever that I’ve been dying to meet. One I managed to meet this past winter (II) and then yesterday my travels …
He’ll only take what’s served Plated up Willingly conferred He’ll eat with his fingers Devoted to culinary completion Submission made sweeter When the honey is offered On a silver platter With bread to soak up the juice And wine to compliment the taste