I love to be covered in cum. I love to have my pussy tortured with clothes pegs. I love to do it all in soft pink panties (that later got yanked aside for a fast hard fuck). Feeling slutty as fuck these days and loving it.
Coming Together, Apart: The Secret Intimacy of Selling Panties
I chose these panties for Nillin. I wanted to send them something fun and bold – like them! – and capture the enthusiasm and fun of our many conversations that led up to packing up my cum-soiled panties and dropping them in the mail. I sat on my bed, my entire undies basket turned out…
Saturated
By the time you see this image and read these words, the panties in this picture will have been soaked and squirted into, folded neatly, wrapped and mailed with a handwritten note to a very lucky patron of my wank, ummm, I mean work. But more on that later ….
G is for Grape
My love, suddenly your hip is the curve of the wineglass filled to the brim, your breast is the cluster, your hair the light of alcohol, your nipples, the grapes your navel pure seal stamped on your barrel of a belly, and your love the cascade of unquenchable wine, the brightness that falls on my…
Panty Thief
Nate sat in the armchair in the corner of his room, naked, cross legged. His tablet was perched precariously on the arm of the chair, the same short video playing that he had been watching for weeks, ever since he’d moved in. Renting a room in a house with a woman was a new experience,…
Ivory with Lace and The Ache of Memory
See those panties he’s wearing? Ivory with lace, just barely enough material to conceal his cock, high-cut to flatter his thighs and stomach. I chose those panties for him. He wore them for me. It was one of Our Things.