He taped the hand written sign to the glass door at the front of the shop, turning, he grinned at me. He was like a snake, and I the trembling mouse. The muscles in my thighs buzzed as I took his hand and followed him through the door marked Staff Only” to the back room….
I’d never done anything like this before, and my heart thumped nervously in my chest as I pulled into the airport. I didn’t know what to expect. Should I get out of the car and give him a hug or should I just wait inside, my hands firmly and safely gripping the steering wheel. I…
I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. My mouth feels empty. You know it, and you tease me. You want this dick in your mouth? Your hand finds the back of my neck, fingers gripping into the tensed muscles, and you guide me towards you. You like to watch me, my bedroom eyes. No. My fuck me eyes….
I want to get naked with you! You, with your delicious words and your pretty pictures, sent to me through the space of hundreds of miles, carried by invisible waves until they reach my eyes and make them widen in delight. They make me wonder and imagine, the filthy possibilities playing out in my mind…
I dreamt of Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss last night. The patchwork of color swirled before my eyes. I don’t remember any other characters in the dream, just me in the museum of my mind standing in the stark stillness with cold footsteps echoing around me. I stared at the painting, the gold leaf blinding me,…
We lived on the 400 block of East Duffy Street in an old row house built in the years after the Civil War. The houses of this sticky southern city stood in rows, like colorful crooked teeth, they hid their secrets from passersby. Our house held secrets too. The afternoon rain did nothing to quell…
Tell me how to serve you. Show me what you want. Instruct me, guide me, mold me into your perfect slut. Make me crawl to you, begging and dripping, my eyes locked on you, my mouth open and available. As I take your cock lovingly into my mouth, let your sighs of appreciation show me…
For V and Q. See you this afternoon! Santa rolled over in bed and gathered Bubbles into his arms. She smelled of sugar with a hint of cinnamon. The Elves were such delectable creatures, tasty and sweet and always up for something mischievous. He’d met Bubbles eleven years ago when he’d signed on to be…
For Sir, V and Q. “A deliciously, delightful romp!” – The New York Times “This is hilariously adorable. We can’t wait to hear what Mrs. Claus has to say next.” – The Washington Post “This is better than Fifty Shades!” – Stephanie Meyer There’s so much you don’t know. Everyone thinks that Santa…
There are lots of perks to being a Real Estate Agent. I get to make my own schedule, I get invited to fun events by lenders trying to woo me into working with them, I can get free lunch almost any day during the week by attending broker open houses, I get to see some…