“You know that feeling when you meet someone and they just crawl up under your skin and move into your head? They become an itch you can’t scratch, a ghost you can’t evict, and every moment, from that moment on, is just a little bit different? Such has been my beautiful burden since the night…
She’s making sweet angel-baby sounds, crooning and mewling as I writhe over her face. Her mascara is smudging on my thighs and that alone is almost enough to make me come. Somewhere in this pleasure haze I can feel the white-hot crescents of her fingernails in the flesh of my ass and it’s getting me…
CONTENT WARNING: This is a juicy bit of #SeasonalSapphicSmut. It has shades of D/s dynamics and features a Yuletide birching with a branch off the old Christmas tree. Oh Tannenbaum? More like “Oh, tanned ‘er bottom”, am I right? Perhaps I’ve had too much nog, or not enough. Either way, enjoy!
“It might be messy …” My voice trails off as he slaps my bare thigh. I’ve been teasing him and being naughty and I’m mere moments from paying the price for my insolence. He crams his hand possessively between my legs and I press hard into him, needy. “I’m gonna fuck this.” he grunts and…
“Who’ll give you time to cry? Who’ll give you time to find yourself, somewhere on the outside?” Esme sat in the middle of her bed and rolled herself a joint. She was tired of the grim greyness around the edge of her vision, tired of finding Rey’s hairs on her sweaters, tired of all…
A few years ago I posted a Kinky Halloween Wish List of filthy, fun and frighteningly festive things I’d like to do, like have sex in a cemetery or go to a luxe costumed sex party, a la Eyes Wide Shut. My tastes haven’t changed and I still haven’t crossed anything off that list, so making…
The shutter had become her eye. She walked through the world seeing things in snap shots, moments clipped from life and developed in her mind. She preferred an old fashioned camera; heavy, mechanical, with spools of delicate film in tidy black tubes. She was forever on the hunt to capture the poignant and the pained…
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley She squeezes in close against me, cheek to my cheek, arm extended, our grins mirrored back to us in the phone’s camera. She laughs and says “Say penis!” instead of…