“Relax.” She knelt in front of him and parted her robe so he had a view of her breasts, her grey bra barely containing them. “How am I supposed to relax with you looking like that?” “That just means you need further assistance with relaxing.” She didn’t bother to hide her sly smile as she …
“Lie back.” He watched her lift one knee up on the bed, her eyes glittering as she licked her lips. She crawled over to him, straddling him so her cunt hovered over him before she moved down between his spread legs. “You look like you’re going to swallow me whole.” She nodded to his bobbing …
I feel a bit like I couldn’t get a handle on this. It’s been months since I’ve done a Sinful Sunday and I feel that in how difficult it was to take a picture and remember to crop and resize and make it fit the blog. I couldn’t get my head around it. I debated …
A view from on high. Glancing down from above
I’ve been learning about the ways we cope and the role anxiety and depression play in that. It’s protective. You can swim and swim until you get tired so your options are to drown or go soft and float. I’m opting to float right now.
