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 »
You are… Not tied, exactly. But restrained somehow. Hmmm… Seated, I think, would do well for my purposes. And restricted, to a degree. But I want your hands free. So… Read more »
So last night while I was masturbating, I had sex with a non-human entity. Not literally, of course. I mean, I was masturbating. Which means I was having sex with… 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 »