“I’m hungry.” It’s a simple enough statement, but laced between those three plain syllables are intricate layers of delectable need: the need to taste, the need to be filled, the… Read more »
The Late Afternoon I pull the soft of my over-the-knees up my calves and slide my arms into the sleeves of his blue shirt, buttoning it once at the… Read more »
Come here, love. Kneel. Push your shoulders between my thighs and let me drape my legs over you. Let the relaxed weight of bent-splayed desire guide you downward. Feel the… Read more »
My palms, still pink from spanking his ass, radiate heat as I wrap both fists around his velvet steel length, making him gasp.
Visuals don’t often appeal to me – I don’t “do” disembodied carnal bits without emotional context – but this one is… Different. Familiar. The cropped-shot gif contains the barest of… Read more »