Love Hurts
Oooof. Sharp.Sand-rough.Grit hard scratch against tender soft un-wet. Hiss of breath between teeth.His: pleasure. Mine: pain. Stinging pricks of icy rain batter the insides of my eyes. I lower my… Read more »
Category: Sex
Slippery When Wet
In which, Feve fellates Bon Jovi. (Just Jon. Not the whole band.)
“Hey, do you wanna HAVE SEX?”
The half-laugh shout carries on the autumn-cool morning air across the hallway between our respective rooms, my voice a sing-song sillyness, startling the morning stillness. His response is an audible… Read more »
Here and Now
My limbs – splayed at the top, crossed at the bottom – a firm but boneless contrast to his wrapped-over-mine tension of form – accept the broad muted brushtrokes… Read more »