First #SoSS of the New Year! I’ve made zero resolutions simply because I’m terrible at keeping them, but my hope is to try to do at least 2 of these a month. No pressure as Smut Marathon is coming and I’m hoping to write regular posts (and not just fiction) this year. A few other …
You’re a tease. That flirty skirt was meant to draw me in, giving glimpses of your plump ass and juicy pussy. You looked up at me with those big brown eyes, begging me to take hold of you. Not just take hold… Your teasing makes me want to squeeze you, choke you, bruisehurtfuck you. My …
Count down until 2018. Where did the year go? I suppose it’s time for some sort of year-in-review. I’m not the best at reflecting, but find that doing so makes for a better outlook on the coming year. The hard part is remembering the things that happened through the year. There’s my usual things and …
She fucking hated the cold. The tag of one of the shirts she had on was digging into her side and she was losing her hold on her suitcase because her gloves didn’t give her good purchase. It was freezing and miserable. She was nearly home. It was her stubbornness that made her walk from …
Another oldie. Here’s the follow up and up – He approached her dressed in the black and gray attire of a butler. The gray vest melded perfectly to his chest and the black slacks were tailored to fit his long legs. Stopping in front of where she perched nervously on the edge of the high backed …
An old story. Follow links for more posts of Christmas past. Ghost of Christmas past Ghost of Christmas present Ghost of Christmas future Ho ho ho Merry Christmas – She’d worn the red and white striped panties like I’d asked her to. Seeing her kneeling by the tree, bare except her panties and a blindfold, …
That first thrust when you’ve been long without cock. The way it pierces, your body reluctant. The way you give, spreading and softening and inviting. When he reaches the end of you, the shivery feeling of acceptance and anticipation of the ease of the next thrust. It’s all pleasure between. Arched backs, overwhelming sensation, being …
It was close to midnight and Lani lay waiting. She was tired, exhausted really, but anticipation kept her eyes open. She was clad only in a tank top and short bottoms without panties like he told her. The waiting was making her achy and wet. The house was silent, the last few guest having departed …