I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …
I’ve gotten a bit off track with the writing challenge. I’ve gotten a bit off track with my writing in general. This is week 8, I believe, in Panty Parade’s 12 Week challenge. I was to research 3 people who can help me reach my goals and ask them burning questions. That didn’t happen, but …
Something new? Maybe I watch as she slips off her sensible flats, changing into four-inch black heels that add height to her slender frame. Even seated I know she’s tall and I can’t help wondering if she’s going out after work, meeting her boyfriend or lover. The man she meets behind her husband’s back, perhaps? …
Well, I am just getting lunch. Enjoy.
If you read my last post, you cottoned to what I got up to today. The piercer was out sick so that was a no go. I learned that sometimes things don’t work out like the should and you have to go with the flow. So instead of checking clitoral hood piercing off the list, …
“You ready?” Am I? I’m here because I want to be, on this table with my pants undone, here waiting for him to make me beautiful through pain. “Yes, please.” I’m proud there’s no tremor in my voice. My insides do the trembling until the first bite of the needle. The clench of my teeth …
Photos today. I wanted to share one thing I plan to wear for the session. A sneaky peek of sexy in the form of an expensive Victoria’s Secret purchase I made yesterday. As I looked at it from every angle, I wished I had someone to share it with knowing they’d enjoy it. You’re my …
Wish I had a sexy story ready for ya today, but nothing worth sharing yet. There is a story, but apparently it still needs time to cook in my brain. It’s been a long strange week where I feel like I didn’t accomplish any of the things I’d hoped to by this point. Nothing on …
Because, why not? — “Give me that ass.” He slapped her flank hard, a bolt of pain flashing across her senses as she lifted her hips for him. It dissipated into a tingle as it spread out beautifully. “Higher,” he growled, the press of his palm between her shoulder blades pushed her chest down into …
Order up on Andy’s weekly prompt. Prompt: Dirty Laundry Word count: 196 — The way his eyes followed her as she moved around the kitchen warmed her. Spices scented the air, adding something exotic to the heated atmosphere. She was trying hard to finish dinner, dodging his hands. His look said if he snagged her …