The way I appear is not how I imagined I looked when I was posing.
Is there a better museum for rare and priceless experiences than words on a page? I could try to preserve all the details - how we began, how many strikes from which implements, how he moved me about the room, how taut the rope felt on my skin, and the way my thighs ached as… Continue reading The Exhibit
I knew what she wanted. I could tell, from the way she looked at me that she wanted me to take her and make her mine. She was dressed to impress, I'll give her that. That pencil skirt showed off her curves. And when she leaned over to pick up her purse from the floor,… Continue reading What smut looks like when I’m feeling grumpy
I want to be your shameless dirty secret.