She turned her head for a kiss and his hips froze mid thrust. Just having her eyes on him sent a shudder of revulsion down his spine that galvanized him. Holding her hip in a grip he knew would leave bruises, he snagged her hair with his other hand, pulling back until her back bowed. …
I’ve been slacking on Please because of work. While I get moving on editing a bit before posting, enjoy an older story. There’s something about the broad expanse of a man’s back that gets me unbelievably wet. It screams strength, power, and force. Just the sight of a bare back, those muscles flexed, that power …
Been a while. A quickie… Be as still as she could. A slow breath in through her nose, an easy breath out through her mouth, and a gentle rise and fall of her chest. Nothing more than that. Her instructions were to keep her eyes closed as she was decoration for the pleasure of her …
When I’m awake this late My mind going for reasons unstated I become excited by dawn Eager for the brushing streaks My face turning to the window My eyes searching for the sun’s blush Taking snapshots of the sky mentally Holding the first breath of perfection Making it mine for just one moment Praying I …
Going through my archives and found something from August of last year. Stories I Create On The Train. Raise your hand if you remember this… A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I …
Trying to shake loose the words jumbled in my mind. He miscalculated the easy with which she’d acquiesce. Maybe his assurance came from the way her eyes refused to meet his when they first met. She glanced up, her pupils dilated to points and her lips parted, and then she dropped her gaze so quick …
Thirty feels no different than twenty-nine. Well, it doesn’t if I don’t think about the fact that my next major decade is forty… Never mind that potential mental breakdown, I’m back from vacation. Sadly that means back to work soon. I keep thinking about how I don’t feel real sometimes. Take this perfectly staged photo …
I’ve taken to not posting many pictures of myself, but I’m in a giving mood with the start of my vacation (and my 30th birthday rapidly approaching). Not sure when I’ll get anything else posted so here’s a little birthday gift from me to you.
I almost titled this “I wish I wasn’t”. Because I care too much about how people feel about me, I don’t handle people turning away from me well. Opinions and silence matter equally to me, and inconsistency is confusing. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive Unbelievably fragile when I don’t believe I am Speak with …
I promised to wear a skirt with no panties, and as I stand on the train I can feel the way my labia glide together with each bump. The thought of being near you has my thighs coated with my arousal. My nipples pebble beneath my blouse as a trickle of moisture slides to mid-thigh. …