When I miss him, I ask if I can "see" him and he sends me a selfie. I was still three days away from seeing him again. He sent me a selfie. He was smiling in it. "is that smile for me?" I asked him. "The smile. The photo. The excitement." I grinned. "Oh, but… Continue reading One Lucky Whore
A moment without context: She felt the palm of his hand flatten against the back of her neck as his fingers, entwined in her still-damp hair, grabbed hold and pulled her back. Within seconds, she was on her hands and knees with her face pressed into the cushion - his strong grip holding her… Continue reading Moments and Context: Part Writing Exercise. Part Smut.
Beads of sweat still glistened, trapped in the soft hairs of his chest and belly. She gently wiped them away with the tip of a finger, one by one, reminiscent of the chasing and popping of bubbles floating through the air during a childhood summer. Her ear to his chest, she could feel more than… Continue reading His
You're led out of the house by a tight fist grabbing hold of your hair. He orders you to get in the car, and while he's fiddling with the back seats, he tells you to start masturbating. You're already wet, of course. You had been for hours. He has that effect on you. It takes… Continue reading A different kind of B.B.W (Smut)
Clamps one and two were fastened to each nipple from the top; the chain lifted and inserted into her mouth where it was held between clenched teeth. Clamps three and four, also each attached to her nipples, but from the bottom.  The chain lay resting against her belly. He hovered over her. A third chain… Continue reading Can you tell me how to get…
"No, No, No..." The words came out and I knew I didn't mean them. Still riding the wave of that orgasm, I wanted the pain. I craved it.
When I use the handle to wash out my cunt, I know how much of what I'm rinsing out is the slick wet remainder of every thought of you that crosses my mind.
I wanted to fuck him, but I swear it was like his skull kept calling out to me. "Smash me! Smash me!"
The cool air caressed her nipple first, followed by his fingers.
She lingered her fingers over his nipples, down his side, over his hips, and and around his ass as she came back to the front and, with a light touch, ran them down his torso until they were encircling his cock, which was already showing signs of intrigue.
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