I am the author of that which You didn't before know you needed. I possess words and curves And am unafraid to wield both.
It had been 9 months since she had seen him, since she had met him in a hotel halfway between their worlds and spent a morning of passion in his arms. She had been wet before he had even touched her, so strong was her craving of him.
Andrew didn’t expect what was waiting for him when his friend Lex invited him for an afternoon hike in the woods.
Fun, this game of seduction — dare I say stimulating. It is a game on the banned list, but for the rebels among us, it’s a game of pleasure and of fantasies fulfilled.
This is an eclectic post of some poetry and a lot of pictures of my pussy — because why not. She’s beautiful. They all are.
Walking into a hotel wearing red heels, a red collar, and a red trench coat over lacy black lingerie is where this particular story starts. Me, on my way to meet a Dom on a drizzly Monday night in room 323.
To make this sexy little songbird sing out euphoric notes of pleasure, let me spell out the perfect recipe for one hot and bothered Lila. For me, baby, it starts before you even see me, before you lay your perfect fucking hands on me.
What do you think would make a great anniversary present? Luke thought an MFM would be great, and he was right. This piece is part erotica, part reflective commentary.
Dear Santa,
I know that things are isolated up there in the north pole, but surely you’re not still stuck in an era that equates empowered female sexuality with something vulgar or naughty, are you? Now, I will be the first to admit that this year has been the most promiscuous of my life, but that doesn’t mean that I have been naughty.
