Will edit tomorrow. – The maid tapped her arm, signaling for Hari to raise them so the dress could be slipped over her head. The fabric drifted down around her body like a cloud. She examined her reflection. The makeup was far different than what she was used to, brightening her complexion. Her lips and …
I’ll talk about scratching as a kink in a regular post soon I hope. – I’m not sure how I let her talk me into stuff like this. She pouted those full lips at me, flashed a little boob, and promised any position I’d like, and then there I was in a place I loathed. …
First part can be found here – Sleep had been elusive last night. Every time Marie closed her eyes, she saw him. His beckoning eyes, his body, his calloused hands. It was more tossing and turning, her body waking hot and needy. “Fucking hell.” She rolled over with a groan, feeling exhausted. It wasn’t a …
This is my second story for the photo challenge with Wesley. You can find my first (suspense) story here as well as the photo inspiration. This is also my post for Wicked Wednesday. – “Pardon, Miss.” Marie jumped as a janitor came up behind her. He brushed by, pushing a bucket and wielding a squeegee. …
She stood on the curb, the wind playing lightly along the hem of her dress. An alert flashed on her phone, signaling the arrival of her Uber right as a large white SUV with tinted windows and chrome hubcaps pulled up. The window lowered and she picked up her bag. A man with a pretty …
While this was a writing task given to me to complete, I want to give a shout to TitsAndTestTubes who recently wrote a nice little long distance piece – Ping me when you’re free The words scrolled across the open text box. She hustled to finish clearing off her bed so there was nothing impeding …
Can’t get you out of my head A song that won’t stop Playing on repeat in my mind Making me sing for you E is for Earworm Noun: a tune or part of a song that replays in ones mind Verb: to work (itself or its way) into a person’s mind
“No.” The wooden spoon rapped against my knuckles. I ground my teeth and attempted the step again. “Wrong.” He brought the spoon down hard and I yelped that time. My knuckles throbbed from the repeated smacks and I’m on the verge of launching myself at him. “Your glare accomplishes nothing. It certainly will not caramelize …
So, after I wrote the boyfriend post, I was given a task. What does DomSigns get out of our relationship? What do I give to him? Okay, so this is where I struggle… My struggle lies with my constant worry that I’m not offering anything. What do I bring to this relationship? Or is it …