With the Covid crisis in full swing, lone wolf Cath is forced to quarantine with displaced family members. Living with others is totally new to Cath, who usually stores lube like coasters on all her side tables. Sixteen days in, she’s desperate for an orgasm. Uninterrupted pleasure has been elusive with others constantly around. She decides to go to her car for a quickie.The quickie turns into a long, sensuous exploration of self as her excitement heightens and pent up desire pours out.Continue reading “A Desire that Hasn’t Been Named”
As Patrick’s face inched closer to the wet fabric, a heightened sense of alertness washed over him. Running her hands through his hair, Eve looked down at him and bit her lips. Her stomach muscles tightened and her senses sharpened. The room brightened as his kiss landed on the velvety softness of her inner thigh. She bit her lip and he, watching her, swore he felt her teeth on him. Continue reading “Office Heat, 4”
Every day is a struggle. Noah always finds a reason to chat with me, tiny ways to touch. Continue reading “Every Second A Sin”
He sat at the edge of the bed with his back towards me. Upset. I could feel it in the air. Tension and stiffness everywhere but the place he wanted it most. He looked down at the flaccid meat between his thighs with disgust. I felt sorry for him, but he would not accept the comfort I tied to provide.
I can’t wait to have his hands all over my body. His sensational skin gliding over mine. Global wetness with more bounce at every ounce. I can’t wait to be spoiled Continue reading “Thursday Nights”
It had been 10 long days apart from my man, and my body was delirious with want. His flight landed in Orlando and after a few hours of driving, he was at my door. His hair was cut lower than usual, his beard looked freshly trimmed, his ass nice and firm in his blue jeans, and the turquoise shirt he wore made him look like a colorful Instagram snack. Continue reading “Anticipation, Pt 1”
My pussy throbbed with every step he took toward me. I couldn’t stop looking at his perfectly proportioned face, his luscious lips, his gently shaved head. He wore a beard that I vowed to soak with my juices. Continue reading “Modern Romance, Pt 2”