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Motion… Not so much rocking as softly rolling. A sensate lullaby of ship-water movement slowly waking me to powerfully charged awareness. Sensation… Texture. Scent. Crisp-soft sheets and cool not-yet-dawn air… Read more »
Motion… Not so much rocking as softly rolling. A sensate lullaby of ship-water movement slowly waking me to powerfully charged awareness. Sensation… Texture. Scent. Crisp-soft sheets and cool not-yet-dawn air… Read more »
In which, Feve comes* closer than ever before to being fisted. (As a result of which: *Feve comes. And comes again.)
He is splayed at a T between the V of my legs, his left shoulder pushing against my inner thigh, the arch of my left foot – with the full… Read more »
Eyeing the box containing my newest vibrator as I enter my bedroom, it occurs to me – and not for the first time today – that my pussy needs attention…. Read more »