Lost Pleasure, Found
Gripping his bicep. The rounded edges of yellow gold bookending the braided tri-colored 14 karat design encircling my ring finger shine in sharp relief against the tanned skin of my… Read more »
Gripping his bicep. The rounded edges of yellow gold bookending the braided tri-colored 14 karat design encircling my ring finger shine in sharp relief against the tanned skin of my… Read more »
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 »
“Do you mind if I blindfold you?” I’d asked. My spouse had eagerly agreed. I’d taken taken his sight, taken photos, then taken my time — taking his hard inside… Read more »
Come… Right here.