The Sinful Sunday prompt for June is Outdoor Photography. SO: This is me, looking out the (curtained, sliding glass) door. 🙂
After the feather of lips over flushed flesh, after the swallow of pleasure-infused cries, after the graveled pull forth of pleading desire and the breathy rasp of trapped-throat moans; Once… Read more »
Jeans are like cocks. They come in all different weights, colors, textures, and sizes. And it feels damn good when they fit just right.
MIRROR, MIRROR . . ~ Channeling The Divinyls ~ . . I search myself, I want you to find me. I forget myself, I want you to remind me.
For some reason, I seem to attract men who are attracted to my ass. Whether this has more to do with my ass in specific or with their ass-y fascinations… Read more »