Saturday Night Fever: Cream
I wake, curled warm and body-hugged under blankets, with vague impressions of phallic dreamscapes painted in blurred remembrance behind my eyelids. A man.Two?Who, doesn’t matter. He is faceless.He is not,… Read more »
Category: Pleasure
Making It Count
I count. One… Two… Three… A flick to the tip of his cock, a smack — curved palm against pink flesh, a pinch along the shaft… Four… A solid thwack… Read more »
Concupiscence
It hits me with the chaotic silk-winged strength of an errant butterfly, a punch to the solar plexus that spreads heat in a confused beat-flap of unexpected desire. Warmth, nostalgic… Read more »
Saturday Night Fever: Juicy Jammies
Juicy? The night I stole borrowed purloined my husband’s Batman jammies, he teased me that he would be excited to put them on and wear them himself once I’d “gotten… Read more »