Terror not confined just to the night Choices sneaking up to scare me Seeing future images I didn’t want Suppressing screams as I wait for reality to play out My special brand of insanity “Will I survive me” The questions I ask as I lie awake
I’m traveling today, of all days. It’ll be flying, nights in a hotel room, hot desert sun, and a little bit of fun. Lots of sweat, too! Here’s to making good memories where there have only been bad ones. (Just finished working out so I’m toweling my back off in the photo. Lol). See …
He guides my hand down between my thighs and presses it to my cunt. I’m swollen and wet, the tremors from the way he just used me echo though my core. He wants me to stroke and tease my clit until I’m on the edge of coming again, but I feel used up already. My …
when the rope unravels and the stripes on my skin fade will you remember the smile you left on my face as we parted ways?
N.Likes wrote a post recently that seemed to get brain going. In case you didn’t know this, I date white guys. Actually, only white guys. Mostly because I grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood, went to a predominantly white school then college, and tend to be pursued by white guys. I’m open to other …
Before I venture to my next stop, I’ll have a last get together with someone. And all I want, all I can think about, was asking him to fuck me like he hates me. It reminded me of an old unedited story I wrote. Worth the share if only for my pleasure… Part of me …
Firm lips to my lower lips The delicious rub of hair on hair Downy mound veruses scratchy chin
She had this tendency, when she slept deep, to roll to her belly and push her ass into the air. He’s strolled in after a long day at work to find her positioned like an invitation, one he often can’t resist. This night was particularly hard to ignore after the stress of cases and the …
This is kinda my entry. I say kinda because I’m not sure I’ll get to visit everyone else’s posts. Exhausted. It was a long ass shift, but I made myself exercise. Just trying to unwind and bring my mood down. Slightly sweaty tatas just for you. See the other lovely options Not pictured: the …
He cuddles up to her and the air stops in her lungs. The warm gust of his breath on her shoulder, at the nape of her neck arouses her almost as much as his fingertips dancing up her thigh. She can’t help arching back, her ass cradling against his cock. The hard length of him …