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 »
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 »
My muscles are tense — tiny balled knots knuckling up in punchy fists along either side of my spine and down the backs of my legs, contracted into achy filaments… Read more »
A raspberry, I think, picturing the just-ripened juicy pink-red in my mind and transferring the plump-soft memory of unplucked-from-the-vine succulence to the resistance-spring give of swollen flesh pulsing – aroused,… Read more »