You and me… You with your blatant pleas, but manly hesitation Me being a tease, but secretly hoping you’ll take me. We dance A two step of naughty words. A sexy picture to entice. Will you? Are you wanting for me to ask, fall to my knees, beg for it? Will you… please? As I …
Unedited as per usual, but I wrote something! – I know how you like it. Your sigh, each and every one, as you’re pleasured. The pitch of your cry as you tumble into ecstasy. I’ve seen your back arch hard, your ass held high as you keen with each thrust. The blush that stains your …
I may revisit this. There’s more here and I want to give it depth. – He woke to a raging headache. One eye popped open and then promptly closed when the light threatened to singe his retina and evaporate his brain. Hot as sin and on the verge of vomiting, he kicked of the covers …
Look… I’m going to be as upfront as I can out the gate. I’m not a sex toy reviewer. If I can just get a blog posted once a week anymore, well then I’m feeling pretty proud of myself. Really, I missed my calling when it comes to reviewing because all the free products, but …
Inspired by this song. An unedited shortie – She shoved me hard against the wall, her hand planted like a bar in the center of my chest. “You stupid bitch.” The sneer she sported marred her otherwise beautiful face. “Look, Cari, I don’t know–” Her other hand reached up like lightning to strike my face. …
The pulse of Closer seemed to vibrate through her body. She lets it carry her on to the packed dance floor, lets the song move like a driving wave through her body. She gets lost in it. She felt his hands on her hips. Big hands that seemed to span her entire waist. He pulled her …
I don’t usually do any kinda tribute thing because it’s not something I’m into, but every so often I get or see a photo that’ll do the trick. I have quite a fondness for a few bloggers I’ve had the pleasure of meeting outside the interwebz (and for a few I haven’t met yet). Lola …
This took on a life of its own. Runaway story alert — He’d called me that from the day I moved in at nine until today even though I was no longer little or home with any regularity. The older man had aged so gracefully in the twenty years he’d lived next door to …
Santa… Baby When I ask to sit on your lap I plan to slide down your chimney And moan my Christmas list Right into your ear
No story today. Sorry. I hope that the regular stories and poetry have been pleasing to the eyes and the dangly bits. Here’s something lovely in lieu of a story. I’ve been dabbling in rope play, a new venture for me. One I love. That thing hanging on my bottom is a …