I don’t even bother describing my characters half the time. All I see is bodies sliding together in my mind’s eye. I also have no m/m photos for posts like this. “You look so fucking hot like that.” Zach pushed his glasses up and leaned back in his chair. “I’m just working. You’ve watched me …
I’ve been having these… nightmares. No one else would call them that, but that’s what they are. “Allah, protect me.” Those whispered words before sleep never save me, but I say them anyway. My kneeling by my bed never saves me. Not the dream catcher, not the talisman, and not the jewel I bought from …
There is mention of cutting/knife play! This was a story that popped into my head when I should’ve been sleeping last night. “Do you like it that much?” His breath on her cheek made her shiver more than the cold steel pressed to her leg. The knife slide up her inner thigh from her knee …
Funny how a couple days of no writing makes me feel rusty when I’ve gone longer with no trouble. “Look into your eyes and say your name, your reflection will show herself.” Julia managed not to scoff. The antique shop owner had already made her sale, there was no need for theatrics on top of …
Writing everything except what I need to. He lay in waiting for her. Tucked around the corner, just out of sight, he let the shadows hide him. The click of her heels barely reaching his ears as she walked, her steps light on the pavement. Even having studied her photos, nothing did her beauty justice. …
Something like this. It made me hot writing it shockingly. “Car’s a real beaut, if you can’t tell.” “Look-“ She glanced at his name tag before meeting his eyes. “Todd, I’m looking for a specific type of vehicle at a specific price.” He straightened at her tone, his chest puffing out. He crossed his arms …
Let’s see if I can continue on. Start: 1, 2, 3. “I need you to trust me.” His breath in her ear made her cunt clench. Pierre pulled her hips back, bending her forward. Cat pressed her palms into the door to keep from losing her balance as his thrusts increased. The angle of his …
Night shift 2 + No Brain Power = very short story. Back to the other story tomorrow. She rolled to her stomach and scooted to the edge of the bed to plant her feet on the floor. “Fuck me like this.” Flipping up her robe, she arched her back and spread her legs. “Please.” She’d …
This went long… one and two. Spitballing this story Pierre stopped her before she could voice a complaint. His hand slid over her mouth as he hiked up her skirt. “Be quiet, Cattleya.” She bite back her gasp as his fingers spread her labia. “Very quiet.” She pressed her palms to the closed door, her …
Continued None of Cat’s confusion had diminished. Not after a long night of research on who this man was and his connection to her, and certainly not after a fitful rest that brought up old nightmares. She wiped sweat from her face and pushed the speed on the treadmill up another notch. Her legs pumped …