I’m on my way to church, a moment when my mind should focus on Godly things after I’ve let it wander through the week. The train has just pulled into the station and I watch him step up to the platform out of the corner of my eye. And like a smoke cloud evaporating, there …
Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …
The distinct smell of my arousal drifts up. My thighs spread wider as I read sending more of that musky, warm scent into the air. Feminine. That’s how I feel as a different kind of dew coats plump lips. I wonder if it’s a scent that would arouse the ardor of a man. A tantalizing …
I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …
I’ve gotten a bit off track with the writing challenge. I’ve gotten a bit off track with my writing in general. This is week 8, I believe, in Panty Parade’s 12 Week challenge. I was to research 3 people who can help me reach my goals and ask them burning questions. That didn’t happen, but …
Something new? Maybe I watch as she slips off her sensible flats, changing into four-inch black heels that add height to her slender frame. Even seated I know she’s tall and I can’t help wondering if she’s going out after work, meeting her boyfriend or lover. The man she meets behind her husband’s back, perhaps? …
“You ready?” Am I? I’m here because I want to be, on this table with my pants undone, here waiting for him to make me beautiful through pain. “Yes, please.” I’m proud there’s no tremor in my voice. My insides do the trembling until the first bite of the needle. The clench of my teeth …
Because, why not? — “Give me that ass.” He slapped her flank hard, a bolt of pain flashing across her senses as she lifted her hips for him. It dissipated into a tingle as it spread out beautifully. “Higher,” he growled, the press of his palm between her shoulder blades pushed her chest down into …
Order up on Andy’s weekly prompt. Prompt: Dirty Laundry Word count: 196 — The way his eyes followed her as she moved around the kitchen warmed her. Spices scented the air, adding something exotic to the heated atmosphere. She was trying hard to finish dinner, dodging his hands. His look said if he snagged her …
She lived for the thrust of his body, driving her impossibly on, impossibly higher. Her high was in the sweat that dripped from his face to coat her lips, the groans that vibrated along her being. Flesh pressed so close, the smell of sex permeating the air as he filled her so full she disconnected …