Ruined
She loves the way he strains against her stroke. The way his muscles tense in his belly, the way his inner thighs twitch not knowing whether to push forward or clamp closed,… Read more »
Category: Writing
Window Display
With two fingers inserted at his waistband behind his buttoned fly, I pull him forward toward me. The silver glint of his belt buckle winks up in the dusky light,… Read more »
Naughty or Nice
Inspired by Exhibit A’s Christmas Erotica Prompt (for which I didn’t exactly follow the rules) (I know, I know: SHOCKER) ♦ There’s something about Christmas… I’m not sure what it… Read more »
Visions of Sugarplums
Or perhaps just visions. Visions of sex. Sex and ever-so-slightly tortuous erotic delight. That’s what’s filling my head tonight. I smile into the camera, sloe-eyed and endorphin-drunk, and spread my pussy… Read more »