And sometimes, I like to be in control. — The leather bustier wrapped tight around her chest, pushing her B-cup breasts up and out in the most luscious way. The black PVC mini skirt barely covered her ass and showed off her brown thighs perfectly. It was an outfit too cliché for words, but she …
A series of old unedited posts for the weekend. In this first one, I like to think about submitting — “Would you let me tie you up?” His lips brushed her ear, his voice husky and seductive. They barely touched and yet his breath caressing her skin aroused her. He’d made overtures for a while, …
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
Trying to keep up with a daily post in November since I’m not doing NaNo this year. I heard It Must Have Been Love by Roxette yesterday. It reminded of an old story I’d written. A bit sketchy, but I like the feel. — “You’re just going to let me go? We can’t even talk …
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 …
Unedited sketch His stomach dropped as her words registered. Bile surged up in his throat, but he swallowed it down and met her eyes. The resignation in her gaze nearly unmanned him. “Why are you just telling me this?” It was impossible to keep his voice from cracking as he spoke. Pain rippled across her …