Come in, cum in. It was a compulsion that led her to stand in front of it. Her reflection appeared in the mirror, wide brown eyes staring back at her full of questions and an earnest need she saw too often. He’d called her cold the last time they’d met, a cock-tease because she didn’t …
God bless Kayla for making Mondays so much better. Deviated a bit. Here’s something old, short, and delicious. Go see what everyone else cooked up after you have a read. His hands splayed her thighs wide as he pressed his lips to the open petals of her cunt; a gentle open-mouthed kiss of lips to wet lips. But this …
Something old I found while reading through my posts. Take it as it is and enjoy it. “You have me here, now what are you going to do with me?” I mention I’m shy sometimes, that I don’t show everything unless you’re right there with me. Of course you take my reluctance as a challenge. …
Unedited sketch I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for you, can’t you see me? I’m bent over the arm of the couch with my legs spread so my cunt is visible as you sit just across from me. I see you. I see you so clearly. Glancing over my shoulder, my ass wiggling back and …
Oh man, do I ever look forward to Mondays anymore. Kayla served up another hot prompt so it’s time to play. Check the link to see the gif in action. “Come here.” His tone made her lick her suddenly dry lips as she crossed the room to where he sat in his big chair. What …
Unedited sketch – I wake to him in my room. The darkness his cover, his hand over my mouth, my gag. He tells me not to look. Said he’d beat me until I couldn’t move, and I try to listen. I try because I’m scared shitless he’ll hurt me. He turns me to my stomach, …
Kayla has found another inspirational photo this week. I believe it’s time to play, no? She slipped her hand back in her lap to conceal the tremor. Abby had considered this fantasy, brought herself off by it daily, but facing the reality of it made her pulse race with more than a small amount of …
A continuation of what I read on Kayla’s site. She wrote it for Wicked Wednesday and it stuck in my mind like a barb, demanding I carry it on. Maybe not to completion, but onward nonetheless… It was like a spell woven over the room. He’s the wizard and I’m the unsuspecting observer caught up …
This week’s prompt. Gawd, my girly bits can’t handle it! The gif refuses to play (a damn shame) so go check it out then come back and read. I’m bad. The names I call myself as I creep out of my house, around the back, across the yard to that spot just beneath his window …
Does our tenuous connection hold you so tight? The “I” of it tries to tie me when this “miss” was made to believe that the “you” just wanted a fluid exchange So our loose strand that was no more than a hairbreadth from breaking apart Suddenly feels like a solid tightrope This “I” can still …