No strings. No commitment. No cuddling after.Continue reading “STFU: Be Quiet”
I tried to play it cool, but when I learned the circumference of his cock, I was dripping hot, wild, and raging. Thick like a wrist I’d eagerly stretch for. Looking at you alone is enough, but your face buried in my pussy like a mango? FUCK. My favorite is when you look up and say “tell me where my tongue goes.” Commanding and demanding, what you do to me my demented mind never dreamed.Continue reading “King Black”
I greet you with wonder,
like a poem that breathes. Continue reading “Bamboo”
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”
”Does it quiet your mind?” she asked. Continue reading “CBT”
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”
I was in the bath that night. The first time I had an anal orgasm. Continue reading “Bathtub”
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”
I want to fuck & be fucked
Fucked out of my subconscious Continue reading “Consent”
It’s been some time that we’ve
been apart, but we are not here to talk.
We have catching up to do. Continue reading “No Words Wasted”
I throw myself to the ground
hungry knees swallowed up
from her lips
It’s the feeling I miss the most
the vulnerability of
earthquake and rain
It was one of those friendships that started out of mutual association.
A gnawing obligation
skyline orange, my heart
trails back to you. you and I
on the brighter side of the dark
Yell fire in a crowded
Theater. Trample my
Pussy. Stampede it
Come tear off my
Perplexed by the paralysis
of my tongue,
I want him pinned down,
I’m very new to butt play, and for me it’s kind of like learning a new language. I’m not perfect at distinguishing what feels good or isolating specifics when something is inside me. But what I do know is I very much enjoy sensations on top of sensations, the more the better.
I drop my head,
close my eyes,
rub my eyelids,
exhale, and confetti
flares from my nostrils
There is nothing worse than hearing for weeks and weeks precisely how someone would like to fuck you then finding out they actually can’t perform. A recent partner had this detailed fantasy about tasting me in the shower then fucking me on all fours from behind.
She was one of the first roommates I had who I wasn’t attracted to. Not until the time I heard her. Her voice soaking with sounds the wall that separated our bedrooms.
We don’t have any hobbies
like normal guy girl stuff
that we engage in
we just like to fuck
I shower at night
to prepare for our sins
All I need
is a little taste
to the eyeball
You’re unreal, so beautiful
I thought of you
while I took James Bull.
what if we could
I walk alone
beneath a drunken sky
When she touched me
My feet left the ground
By the end of the week Mr. Montgomery was present but absent, tirelessly thinking of Eve. “If work comes first when do I?” He was too transfixed to bother her about the proposal so Eve worked in blissful solitude, some days not leaving her office at all.
At first we were nectarine dreams and super
nova kisses soothing vacant
Mr. Montgomery finally finds the strength to leave his chair. Still tormented by the encounter, he paces back and forth in front of his floor to ceiling office window. The legal ramifications alone of getting involved with a subordinate distress him. “Yes, the legal aspects, that’s it!” His dick grows harder. She has limited work experience, but her vision is captivating. Who is she to be making me feel this way? She is right though. I do want her. I want her at my mercy, on her knees before me. I want her to obey and admire me. I want to rip the slit at the back of her skirt and sit her down on my lap. I want her to water me.
He calls her in his office for the third time today. Arms crossed, ass slightly planted on the edge of his desk, he’s positioned in front of her intended seat.
Exasperated, she goes to him. She lingers in the doorway with one hand on the wall “Yes, Mr. Montgomery?”
I pushed him against the wall,
held his hands
above his head
Xena Warren sighs, bracing herself against the cold stall. Her almond eyes closed, head cocked toward the ceiling.
I’m so fucking close!
“The water’s warm,” she calls from behind the curtain.
She’s facing the wall with her back arched under the stream.