I went a month before my nightmares started up again. thirty days of undisturbed sleep where I talked myself into believing the change of scenery had “cured” me. That’s what I wanted to believe at least, that the fresh air had somehow pushed back the darkness and bad dreams that had filled life for the …
Her hips went up, exposing the delicious strip of her femininity to his eyes. He trailed a finger along the line of her back, around the curve of her bottom, skimming the wink of her back hole before slipping through the parted lips of her cunt. One finger pushed in and her wet heat swallowed …
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It’s been awhile because I’ve been taking a faster method to work, but the train is still my favorite way to go. – I haven’t wanted to suck cock in weeks, but something about the way he’s standing is making my mouth and my cunt water. The train is full enough that we’re both standing. …
There’s a weird sort of detached intimacy on the train. Few instances require such long periods of closeness with complete strangers. Eyes pretending to stare into space as you absorb the body heat of the person next to you. A thigh pressed to yours, a back against yours, a crotch at eye level inspiring lewd …
Been a while for this one too… — The trains been interesting lately. I’m fixated on the obviously gay young guy standing across from where I’m sitting, my music throbbing in my ear as I wonder about his proclivities when we reach a stop on the line. Out of the corner of my eye the …
It was an obligatory kiss. Too perfect in its execution to be anything but fake, mirroring the look in his eyes as he held her in his arms. She resisted the urge to wipe her hand across her mouth when he released her. The smell of coffee still on his breath seemed to linger on …
Slicing deep, I feel nothing except the most heady relief as my skin parts like too tender meat under the blade. I’m removed from myself then. Released, renewed, reinvented as my blood runs down my forearm to puddle on the table. This cut, like most things in my life, isn’t as deep as it seems. …
I haven’t written a SoTW since July 22! Oh no! But I got a little Robin Thicke here and he knows what to do with a good girl. 😉 “Be a good girl and let me lead.” She let his hands settle low on her hips, pulling her flush against him. The easy way he …
A nebulous thought She thought she wasn’t afraid to die. Each year of her life opened and closed with her belief that if her end came she’d accept it with grace. Everyone claims they have no fear until the moments it’s upon you and fear is the only thing you have. “I’m too young,” she …