You can catch up on the story so far here: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5 🔷🔷🔷 As soon as his hard length was sheathed inside me, we both moaned loudly. God, I had forgotten how good he felt; thick, long, and utterly filling. His rigid cock could rend me in … Continue reading Erotica: “Did You Miss Me?” (Part 6)
"Hmm, oh good bitch, good," he moaned as he placed a hand on either side of my head and pulled me in closer. I sucked his left ball deep into my mouth, while I gripped his prick and stroked him slowly up and down. I heard him swallow hard again. "You missed this, didn't you, … Continue reading Erotica: “Did You Miss Me?” (Part 5)
Looking back on that afternoon, there are a couple of things that I hold responsible for what happened. The crisp and salty sea air, for one. Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved the beach. The sound of the ocean waves breaking, crashing against the shore; the fine spray that permeates the air; … Continue reading I Spy….
"I want to watch you masturbate," he whispered into my ear, his warm lips glancing against the lobe before teasing it with his tongue and nipping sensuously with his teeth. My nipples hardened immediately, and I could feel the hot blush rise in my cheeks. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, … Continue reading Monday Morning Delirium
"You're in charge." I had intended it as an assurance that I would allow him to lead us in this dance; that he could dictate the pace, and I would willingly follow. However, it ended up having the opposite effect. It seemed to inflame him, igniting a violent ardour that was almost frightening in its … Continue reading Erotica: “Did You Miss Me?” (Part 4)
(*NSFW) Thrumming and throbbing, the Wand vibrated against my mound as I used my free hand to grasp at my breast, kneading the flesh and pinching the nipple into a rosy, puckering peak. Goosebumps pimpled the circumference of the areola, the skin pulling taut and tense. Pinwheels of iridescent light dancing behind closed eyelids, I … Continue reading Ace of Wands
The launch party had wound down now. Thank God. He hated these damn things. Dull as fuck, full of preening sychophants and social climbers. Aside from the free booze, he could see very little point to these kinds of schmooze-fests, and frankly resented being forced to attend. But his publishers insisted on throwing the bloody … Continue reading Crimson Peek
