Not me.
I have my issues, yes. And one of my issues is that I make technology blow up, just by existing. Continue reading
. . . just to hear you screaming my name . . .
Warm and hard, he surges against my hand, stroking the velvet steel head of his cock against my palm with ragged breaths.
“Hon,” he says with plaintive insistence, shushing his long fingers over my breasts, “I need to be in you.” Continue reading
{Today is my wedding anniversary.}
Our officiant was a little less . . . embroidered.
I have been reflecting this week on my history with my husband. Continue reading