Going through my archives and found something from August of last year. Stories I Create On The Train. Raise your hand if you remember this… A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I …
I ask nicely For one lick Because I love it The peppery flavor Coating my tongue I lick again Until you ask nicely “May I?”
“Go slow.” I feel your hand at the back of my neck, offering comfort with a squeeze. Your lips brush along the shell of my ear before you whisper, “You know I will.” I do know, have known since the first time I met you. It was the sincerity in your voice as you told …
His hand darts between my thighs and I grip his wrist unable to decide if his touch is welcomed or not. Friend or foe? My pussy can’t very well decide… No, my pussy says friend with each wet squelch. “I barely know you.” My words are trembly even as I let my thighs splay open …
Note: I got so excited writing this. Something about this girl… There she is again. Big, Beautiful, Sexy Woman. I hadn’t forgotten about this curvy beauty, but seeing her again sent my mind to wandering on my morning commute to work (yes, I’m thinking naughty things as I travel half awake to work). She’s probably …
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Your tongue dancing arches my back Fingers dipping inside as I moan This pleasure so acute I can barely breathe You render me senseless as you send me over Drinking my pleasure like wine And as you lift your lips to mine I taste sweet passion, immeasurable delight
Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …
I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …