Tag Archives: Wicked Wednesday


      18 Comments on Whisper

I am laying against him in the bubbly bath water, my front to his front, my arms hugging his waist and head under his chin, relaxed and content and post-orgasmically… Read more »


      20 Comments on Cherry

I remember our first discussions about anal sex. His hesitancy.  The curiousity, tinged with pre-emptively contingent BUTs. His knee-jerk reaction to a question I hadn’t even posed.  “I don’t want to… Read more »

Naked Eyes

      12 Comments on Naked Eyes

His fingers push and flex, scissoring their stretch against my tender swollen folds; mine press and swirl, rocking my sensitive clit against my pubic bone.  My cunt is dripping our… Read more »

Return To Sender

      18 Comments on Return To Sender

Dear Da, My Love, To Whom It Hello, Stranger. For that is, in fact, who you have become.  Of your own accord.   Communications between us once flowed like glacial… Read more »