This girl. This girl is the one who wants that. Her moan floated to his ears as his hips slapped into her ass. Every attempt to wiggle away was stopped by the mattress and his weight pressing her down. He fisted her hair, holding her tight as he shoved his cock deeper. The way her …
I’m on my knees and lean back as the sound of his hand moving grows more lewd. Fwap. Fwap. FwapFwapFwap He groans, leaning over me as his eyes squeeze shut. He’s so close. Purple head peeking from his tight grip, balls drawing up, and his breath hitching as he races to completion. Mine hitches too …
Out. Of. Practice. I’ve been avoiding writing and it’s not been great for me. 😣 Hands held her hips, hard fingers gripped her jaw. She had no time to think before a cock was splitting her cunt wide. Her moan was cut off by the cock sliding over her tongue. She rocked between them, wiggling …
Well this is it for January. I didn’t manage to write everyday, but I did write. A few 100 stories surfaced and they weren’t half bad. I’m honestly just happy I was able to put pen to page (or fingers to keyboard?) and produce something. For now, the end result is I don’t feel so …
Her lips teased his ear as the rope harness around his chest. A hand wrapped around his body, teasing his nipple as the hemp glided around one thigh and then the other. He was hard, cock bobbing each time the rope dug into his skin. “Did you miss me or this?” A tweak of his …
His eyes flashed, a growl rumbling from his chest as he turned to her fully. She barely stifled a gasp as his canines lengthened and his nostrils flared. Back to the wall, tingles raced up her spine and her cunt softened as he leaned closer. She should be scared, especially with his eyes glowing yellow …
He’s watching me through the wide crack in the door and I almost hear his breath. Thick lather in my hands. I let it slide over my breasts as I turn. Lifting my eyes, I meet his gaze through the slit in the door. His hand on his cock and mine between my thighs. “Come …
Just a brief note. Hope is an amazing thing. A motivator that can see you through a storm. We cling to it in terrible times because it’s a light. And when that hope is fruitful, we rejoice. Life is a real shit show at times so I’m glad for those moments of hope that we …
It’s MLK, Jr Day. Not going to lie, I let this particular day pass without much thought many times. Not because I don’t appreciate his work, his drive, or the things he sacrificed in order to make a way. I tend to let this day pass because it never quite feels right to me. This …
I’m a bit touch deprived and have gotten very good at ignoring the need. You don’t long for something if you just ignore the urge. I guess I’m due for a little attention.