Unedited sketch — I spotted him before he saw me. He’s the same, but unbelievably different. The memories that surface the moment I see his face are hard, hot, and deeply erotic. How is it possible to have such a visceral reaction to a man I haven’t seen in ten years? One kiss forever ago is …
Wrote this 2 years ago to the day. Included this in my brief attempt at self-publishing and just felt it deserved a reposting. — The sour smell of fear permeated the living room. Dark spots of indeterminate origin stained the blue carpet. Blood, she surmised with a delicate sniff. Furniture lay toppled, shredded, or totally …
The gif this week is hella hot. Here’s a little poetry to compliment her display. – My back, damp, on silken sheets Me, buried beneath covers Heat, from my skin, between my thighs Eyes, to the ceiling, blind to all Wet, wetter than my brow Leaking from my cunt to coat my fingers Fast and …
And sometimes, I like to be in control. — The leather bustier wrapped tight around her chest, pushing her B-cup breasts up and out in the most luscious way. The black PVC mini skirt barely covered her ass and showed off her brown thighs perfectly. It was an outfit too cliché for words, but she …
A series of old unedited posts for the weekend. In this first one, I like to think about submitting — “Would you let me tie you up?” His lips brushed her ear, his voice husky and seductive. They barely touched and yet his breath caressing her skin aroused her. He’d made overtures for a while, …
Trying to keep up with a daily post in November since I’m not doing NaNo this year. I heard It Must Have Been Love by Roxette yesterday. It reminded of an old story I’d written. A bit sketchy, but I like the feel. — “You’re just going to let me go? We can’t even talk …
Darn my site and not playing the gifs! Go see Kayla and this week’s offerings. God, I need to cum. I’m right there on the edge. Wet and thinking of you. Thinking of your cock sliding between my fingers and deep, sooo deep, inside me. My thighs part more, my hips lift off the sheets …
Unedited sketch His stomach dropped as her words registered. Bile surged up in his throat, but he swallowed it down and met her eyes. The resignation in her gaze nearly unmanned him. “Why are you just telling me this?” It was impossible to keep his voice from cracking as he spoke. Pain rippled across her …
Something else a little old. The sound of metal rattling drew his eyes back to the bed. Her pink skin beneath the metal handcuffs brought a smile to his face. She was definitely agitated. A wave of perverse satisfaction rose up, tightening his cock as he took in her obvious frustration at her position. …
Mmm, time to play. Something old and flowery. Warm wetness closed around her nipple, sending her into a spin. She clung to the edge of the table, her nails leaving crescent shapes in the leather as she fought to right her world. “Oh,” she breathed out as he sucked harder. The sensation, sharp and electric, …