Ambivalent Sex
He’s on his knees between my thighs, fumblingly overeager, desperately enthusiastic. He’s wired on the buzz of morning hard-on hormones, and his glazed-eye expression communicates the same message as his… Read more »
Tag: Power Exchange
And You Watch…
My flesh radiates heat, a reflection of the fiery inferno you’ve fanned inside of me. For weeks now it has been burning, searing my veins with its bright lightning flame…. Read more »
One Helluva Ride
I am awash in sensation, my nipples pebbled wantonly against the soft cotton of my sundress. Lucchese leather dress boots decorate my legs…which are pressed together at the knee…forcing my… Read more »
That Line
Yes. That line. You know exactly which line I mean. Don’t you, sweetheart? That line. That. Line.