Unedited I’ll be… Leather clad, stiletto wearing, whip wielding woman. Stripes on your thighs, my heel in your back. Demanding my “Yes, Miss” so you’ll get pleasure from pleasing me. Pressing, commanding, “Strip for me. Right. Fucking. Now.” And you do. Making you like it, making you feel good because I’m making you do what …
Was out in more tropical climes so today’s post is both last minute and more of an unedited sketch. Check out the other options! — “Merry Christmas.” After the shitty morning I’d just had, coming home to her improved my mood significantly. I was savoring the sultry sound of her voice when her “present” registered …
Unedited. My taste for the voyeuristic is showing. – Adjusting her binoculars, Desiree watched as he stepped out on his balcony at 2:25 pm exactly. Warmth bloomed low in her gut as she thanked God for her neighbor’s habits. Their backyards abut, something she’d become increasingly grateful for since the first moment she’d happened to …
I couldn’t keep funny things off my mind when I saw this photo. This story is the first that popped up though — “Stunt cock!” He snapped to attention, pumping his hard on as he moved to his spot. The model had a bored look on her face that instantly changed the moment she saw him …
The sound of his hand landing against the flesh of her ass echoed through the room. The pain of it arched her back and set her to her tiptoes as it reverberated through her. She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold, her nerve endings tingling as the sensation moved through her. “Fifty, sir.” Her …
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, …