I’m On Fire
My honeyed syrup drips, sticky sweet, coating my sugared walls, coaxing your fingers further inside where their scissoring tease pulls forth my dripping wet. My heart beats a two-syllable tattoo… Read more »
My honeyed syrup drips, sticky sweet, coating my sugared walls, coaxing your fingers further inside where their scissoring tease pulls forth my dripping wet. My heart beats a two-syllable tattoo… Read more »
Just three syllables, tripping off your tongue in ragged breaths released…
The slow burn in your eyes gets hotter with every downward stroke of your hand on your cock, and a primal vibration awakens in me, knowing that the fever in… Read more »
The late-summer mid-afternoon sun streaks through my window and caresses my skin until I stir drowsily awake, the warm rays exacerbating the throbbing pulse between my legs, provoking me to reluctant… Read more »