I’ve written this before and I’ll write again because this is what I want today. Fuckdoll story He moved closer, his hand falling on her knee. Her mind scrambled for a moment and she lost her train of thought. “You were saying?” Was his voice deeper? She took a sip of her water, suddenly so …
Listen as audio Edit: click above to listen while you read! I’ll”Bit hot tonight, aren’t ya?” She ignored his talking and pressed his back against the door so she could get to work on his clothes. He’d come straight from work, clad in a suit and smelling of sandalwood and coffee. The quickness of his …
Sketch “Keep it all inside for me.” I squeeze my thighs together, nodding as my labia slides wet between my now closed legs. He forces his hand between, cupping me even as I feel his cum slipping out. “Uh uh.” His scoops up what has dribbled out and presses it back in. I shudder as …
“My brain is fucking broken.” He slid his hand up the back of her thigh, stopping to rest his fingers along the crease where ass and thigh meet. “I’m not sure anything will help.” She pressed her face into the mattress. “I’m not sure any of my creativity is going to come back.” She lifted …
She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again. “Higher.” Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike. “Spread your legs.” He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much …
My fantasies twist and turn, but always rise up the same way. The things I ignore, but deep down I want so badly. It reoccurs, in my dreams and the things I read and the things I crave at night. It’s always the same. Face buried on the pillow, the scent of the hair product …
His hands sifted through her hair. Just touching the strands sent the scent of berries into the air around them. The way her eyes seemed to glow in the low light made him tighten his grip in her hair. When she leaned over him, he spread his legs wider, giving her room to do what …
A view from on high. Glancing down from above
A sketch for writing practice. – The crackle of the cigarette as he took a drag drifted to her ears. Her eyes moved to his face because she couldn’t help watching. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing, and then exhaled the white smoke into the air. It was a seductive sound, sexy in the way it …
It never abates. Their stories whirl through my head like cards in a rolodex. Snippets of their thoughts, images of their exploits, enter my mind. Usually I only hear the first bit and then ignore the rest. Sometimes I wasn’t so lucky An older man is bicycling along the highway. He bikes to keep himself …