Saturday Night Fever: It’s coming to me…
He’s poised between my legs, nose nuzzling my pubic hair, making silly commentary (“I’m out of practice,” he says) and voicing observations (“You’re all perfume-y,” he says — “It’s my… Read more »
He’s poised between my legs, nose nuzzling my pubic hair, making silly commentary (“I’m out of practice,” he says) and voicing observations (“You’re all perfume-y,” he says — “It’s my… Read more »
Things that make you go, “…hmnh.” There are a lot of things I enjoy about blogging. Often though, I think, the conscious ‘enjoyment’ bit is wrapped up in the things… Read more »
No? Just me then… . . . So, yeah. The other night I couldn’t sleep. I was exhausted – like, slightly headache-y and sick to my stomach kind of tired,… Read more »
He’s a little unsteady, but you’re not, so he anchors himself to your sway, forehead pressed to yours as you stand face to face, his flesh flexing hot against your… Read more »