Made it to the end of January. It’s interesting how much perception colors things. I felt like last year was the longest, toughest year of my adult life from pretty much March until mid-December. It was an arduous task just to get through a day let alone a month. I identified with those moments when …
She woke with marks on her body again. Painful marks that ached. Groaning, she rose from the bed, her hand going first to her cunt and then her breast. She traced the scratches that ran down to her areola. The scratches on her inner thighs had barely healed and now there were new ones. The …
Start here – “That was as good as I’d been hoping.” Rick was shocked to hear those words come out of Josh’s mouth. Josh leaned in to kiss him lightly. “I watch you lick your lips a lot and think how’d they’d look around my cock.” He pushed Josh away, freaked out by his arousal …
The wine glass hit the floor and shattered into a million pieces. Her eyes stained red and her cheeks streaked black. “You think you know me, you bastard?” He dragged a hand down his face as he watched her stagger across the floor. She was well past the point of being smashed, and an inconvenient …
It was the position of her body, plus the skin gleaming as though fresh from the shower and the face so peaceful, that told a story. “Looks like a, uh, thirty-two year female, dumped in the park. Naked, six gunshot wounds to the back, minimal blood at the scene.” Beautiful girl. That was his thought …
Rick glanced at his best friend, Josh, lounging on his bed in little except a pair of briefs. That same nervous thrum of excitement hit every time Rick was in his presence. They’d been friends too long for this strange crush Rick had developed. Josh has been clear about what got his dick hard and …
He watched her dance, her plump ass jiggling and her breasts bouncing. She was down to pasties and the tiniest g-string that hid nothing as she gripped the pole and hoisted herself up effortlessly. It was utterly mesmerizing to watch her work. The focused concentration was obvious, but so was the obvious enjoyment at dancing. …
I am a “little”. I’ve written some about it here for GoTN. I’ve talked a small amount about it through out my blog, mostly as fiction. But I am a little. What that means is there are times I feel small and want cared for by my Dominant, DomSigns. Incidentally, for those who are new …
“I’ll just have a regular coffee.” She stared at him expectantly. When he didn’t say anything else, she piped up. “Is that all?” “Sure, I’ll take one of your…” he glanced at the case, “apple strudel muffins.” Her expression was confused, but she took his money. He moved further down the counter, dodging a woman …