Unedited Christmas post. I do hope everyone’s Christmas is lovely. – Christmas music filled the house, rivaling the laughter from their family. Tracey fluttered around the kitchen. Her mother was barking orders even though it wasn’t her house. All part of the Christmas shuffle, more background noise that Tracey tried to let float over her. …
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, …
Christmas isn’t a holiday I think a ton about. Well, it’s significant in a lot of ways to me. It means a lot from a religious standpoint, but over the years it’s stopped being as big a deal in the gift giving standpoint. Really, I take the entire month (or as much as I can) …
‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house Came the sound of flesh slapping Plus a woman wearing clamps just under her blouse Stockings were clipped to garters with care In hopes that they’d be next getting fucked on the stair Me with my welted bottom And Kayla next getting her slaps Were …
I was told I do my best editing after I hit publish. 😊😉 “Suck it, baby. Lick it like a candy cane.” If she wasn’t so focused on the task, she would have rolled her eyes at him. As it was, she blocked out his chatter and concentrated on sucking. His hands plunged into her …
I’m thinking about… Winter chill Roaring fire And our bodies twined on the bear skin rug Not just to keep warm
Unedited The moment she walked in the room he swore he inhaled her scent. Each inhale brought the flavor of spiced cinnamon, as if he could taste Christmas cider on the back of his tongue. He was fixated then. His eyes tracking her around the boring ass party that had suddenly gotten exciting with her …
Unedited. Sorry, I just got off work then this story surfaced. Too much wine. The flush stealing over my cheeks and chest were a sign I was inching closer and closer to the zone of bad decisions. The one where I stripped and started dancing on tables. It was time to put the wine glass …
Merry Christmas. I’m a bit rusty so this is just to get me back into the swing of things. — She was going to hell. The special corner where car salesmen and straw market hawkers go. The thought circulated in her brain as she led him back to her room. She glanced over her shoulder …