Kitten has dressed up pretty and written a poem for her Daddy
Unedited. It popped into my head before bed. He was careful to keep his back turned as she rummaged through the fridge. Just knowing she was bent over in those thin pants was enough to wake his dick up. “Hey, Shawn.” Her soft voice drifted back to him. “Have you seen my yogurt?” He mumbled …
She was feeling wiggly, as he liked to call her antsy moments. He leaned back in his chair and waited, knowing innately she was on her way to trouble. It wasn’t a long wait… The way she swayed her hips and the pout on her lips gave him warning. He simply folded his arms and …
“May I give thanks, Daddy?” Breakfast piped hot on both their plates. She’d been a good girl and brought him his coffee after he’d finished cooking. It was their quiet time together before he left for work. He flipped the edge of the paper down and glanced at her. She had a smile on her …
Feeling rusty. Unedited writing exercise. She lived with her vivid dreams. Fantastic things that leapt from her consciousness. So vivid they were impossible to distinguish from reality. Many were harmless. Her as Rapunzel, her hair falling like an inky rope down the side of the castle as she waited for her prince to come. Or …
One, two Paranoia had been riding her hard since that night. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked to her car, the shadows in the garage deep and menacing. Picking up her pace, she struggled to keep herself from panicking as she closed the distance to her vehicle. Her sigh of relief when she …
It’s a short continuation of this story, but it’s a little bit for MM, too – He stepped into the shower, the hot water sluicing over his chilled body. The scent of her skin seemed to linger even as he lathered the bar of soap in his hands. God, she’d captivated him with the easy …
Just a little extra I’m off to somewhere so I’ll come back and edit in a bit. – He pulled her across the room by her hair, yanking some of the dark strands out by the root. The pain was breath stealing, rippling along nerve ending still tingling from the rush of her climax. She …
I’ll try to keep a promise to complete this Good breeding and years of practice helped Victoria keep the thoughts from showing on her face. As it was, she fluctuated between the desire to bare her teeth and the need to roll her eyes. The scraping and bowing of the sychophants attempting to catch her hand was …
“You too fresh to be out here. You sure you ain’t with the police?” This one was a talker. She rolls her eyes, ignoring his babble as she unbuckles his belt. The clunk of metal hitting the floor seems to increase his nervous chatter. “I can’t afford to go to jail. My wife, my wife…” …