Let’s see if I can continue on. Start: 1, 2, 3. “I need you to trust me.” His breath in her ear made her cunt clench. Pierre pulled her hips back, bending her forward. Cat pressed her palms into the door to keep from losing her balance as his thrusts increased. The angle of his …
Night shift 2 + No Brain Power = very short story. Back to the other story tomorrow. She rolled to her stomach and scooted to the edge of the bed to plant her feet on the floor. “Fuck me like this.” Flipping up her robe, she arched her back and spread her legs. “Please.” She’d …
This went long… one and two. Spitballing this story Pierre stopped her before she could voice a complaint. His hand slid over her mouth as he hiked up her skirt. “Be quiet, Cattleya.” She bite back her gasp as his fingers spread her labia. “Very quiet.” She pressed her palms to the closed door, her …
Continued None of Cat’s confusion had diminished. Not after a long night of research on who this man was and his connection to her, and certainly not after a fitful rest that brought up old nightmares. She wiped sweat from her face and pushed the speed on the treadmill up another notch. Her legs pumped …
So starts July and Camp NaNo. This may be a longer story or I may move on to something else tomorrow. Your guess is as good as mine. Enjoy what comes! Cat didn’t react when he smeared her lipstick, dragging the poppy-red color in a streak along her cheek. It didn’t matter that she spent …
Needed to write. This was much filthier in my mind, but this is what came out He relieves her of her jeans and underwear the moment she crosses the threshold. “Let me shower first. I’m sweaty and gross.” Pressing her back into the door, he brushes her hands away, blocking her attempts to hid the …
She watched as he unbuckled his slacks, pushing them to the ground. The moment his cock popped free, curving up toward his stomach, she moaned. He didn’t even look at her, turning away to retrieve lube from the nightstand. The dribble of the liquid over the head of his cock had her reaching between her …
Just something in my brain because I haven’t written in forever. Elements of non consent “It is inevitable.” His smile was bland at first, but as I struggled in my bounds it grew more salacious. I stopped my struggling, sweat stinging my eyes. They blurred for moment before I focused in on him again. His …
The moment I told him it was my first time, his eyes lit up. No, not just lit up, but filled with a deviant sexual desire that made my face hot. “I’ve had sex before.” I was quick to tell him that. His hand went to my face then, gentle as it stroked my cheek …
I hate being on top, but he loves to watch me struggle. His hands rest on my hips as I attempt to find a rhythm, reaching up to tweak my nipple as I growl in frustration. He loves my embarrassment, my lack of coordination. He savors my sweaty face as I try, hands on his …