A Dream Upon Waking
I feel your lips ghost against the raspberry buds of my nipples and the sweet peach enticement of my own arousal is the scent that pulls me from the abyss… Read more »
I feel your lips ghost against the raspberry buds of my nipples and the sweet peach enticement of my own arousal is the scent that pulls me from the abyss… Read more »
Yes. That line. You know exactly which line I mean. Don’t you, sweetheart? That line. That. Line.
Your low honeyed gravel voice, pitched in sunset tones against my ear, is echoed in the slow sticky molasses drip between my thighs. Speak, love… Talk to me. Tell me what… Read more »
I. Will. Mark. You. YOU. Yes, Ma’am… Lust. Desire. My body reacts. You. For. You. You. You seduce me. I want… Want you to… MARK. ME. ~ ~ ~ ~… Read more »