He called her juicy, holding her gaze as his lips hovered above where she quivered. Those eyes had lured her in at the bar, telling in a way that short circuited the staunch feminist inside her. She felt picked out special, plucked from the bunch so he could savor her. His eyes had told her …
A story crafted with someone in mind. – Sit back and let me see you spread wide. Even as he sent the text he wondered if she’d go through with it. He clamped a hand over his mouth as the picture flashed on his screen. She’d sent him a full on shot of her pussy and …
Been a bit, huh? See here for other parts. Here’s what came just before this. He was intent on dragging her the entire distance by hanks of her hair if the strands slipping from her head were any indication. The pace he set made rising to her feet impossible, and her scalp screamed in agony as …
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” The tone of her voice didn’t change, but the command threading through her words made him hard as a rock. He licked his lips as a nervous energy coursed through him along with the sharp edge of arousal as he contemplated what would happen if – …
She turned her head for a kiss and his hips froze mid thrust. Just having her eyes on him sent a shudder of revulsion down his spine that galvanized him. Holding her hip in a grip he knew would leave bruises, he snagged her hair with his other hand, pulling back until her back bowed. …
I’ve been slacking on Please because of work. While I get moving on editing a bit before posting, enjoy an older story. There’s something about the broad expanse of a man’s back that gets me unbelievably wet. It screams strength, power, and force. Just the sight of a bare back, those muscles flexed, that power …
Been a while. A quickie… Be as still as she could. A slow breath in through her nose, an easy breath out through her mouth, and a gentle rise and fall of her chest. Nothing more than that. Her instructions were to keep her eyes closed as she was decoration for the pleasure of her …
Going through my archives and found something from August of last year. Stories I Create On The Train. Raise your hand if you remember this… A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I …
Trying to shake loose the words jumbled in my mind. He miscalculated the easy with which she’d acquiesce. Maybe his assurance came from the way her eyes refused to meet his when they first met. She glanced up, her pupils dilated to points and her lips parted, and then she dropped her gaze so quick …
“Can we really find shelter amongst strangers with eyes so hungry and hands that promise pain?” She hadn’t been warm in months. Hayley knew leaving her aunt’s was the smartest thing to do, but hadn’t anticipated how difficult caring for herself would be. That first night she’d shacked up with a girl from school, but …