Your Kiss Is A Drug
The pounding in my head is as unbearable as his touch on my skin is soft, and while I lay across the bed — flattened by pain, eyes neither open… Read more »
The pounding in my head is as unbearable as his touch on my skin is soft, and while I lay across the bed — flattened by pain, eyes neither open… Read more »
The fade-sleep fog obstructs the view through sleep-blurred eyes; like framing a photograph through a glass partition, my mind comprehends the dream reflection as well as the waking world on… Read more »
This could be heaven… She is laid out, back arched, legs open, warm, aroused. The scent of her — tangy, sweet with sweat and want — is euphoria to his… Read more »
We’re pulling into the driveway, and I — feeling better enough to be slightly feisty flirtatious — ask him: Do you wanna make out? He turns a very eager-looking face… Read more »