Contains: Voyeurism/peeping Tom. That’s what is on my mind apparently. And how I need someone to take photos of me in front of a window. It was impossible not to look. He told himself every night he shouldn’t watch. Every night he stood at his window, lights off, eyes trained up. He was already hard …
Old photo, but a shot I’ve never used. “Isn’t she pretty?” Fingers traced her parted lips then trailed down her neck. She kept her eyes closed and her body still. The man stooped down in front of her. His cologne surrounded her, filling her lungs with each inhale. “Present.” She reacted to her Master’s command, …
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 …
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 …
Needed to write. This was much filthier in my mind, but this is what came out He relieves her of her jeans and underwear the moment she crosses the threshold. “Let me shower first. I’m sweaty and gross.” Pressing her back into the door, he brushes her hands away, blocking her attempts to hid the …