Erotica and jumbled thoughts.
He had pushed me onto the bed and ripped off my pants – along with my panties. Instantly I was wondering what would happen next. Every time is a surprise with him, and this time was no different. I had not a single inkling of his plans. Fine by me. I love surprises. I lay … Continue reading A Proverbial Tropic Storm.
There’s something about it. There’s something about being thrown across the room as though you weigh as much as a bird with their pneumatic bones — nothing at all. There’s something to be said about how quickly it sends one into their subspace. It’s instantaneous. Immediate. The way my body bounces on the bed. Or the way … Continue reading Manhandling.
Insignificant. Small. Unimportant. The adjectives are crushing. Their weight is suffocating. And there’s no end in sight. The only thing in my vision is this cliff. A cliff too steep to climb. A cliff whose peak is unattainable. A cliff whose surface is too rocky. A cliff too unstable for footholds. It crumbles beneath me … Continue reading The Impossible Climb.
I have this feeling coursing through my veins. That of utter deviousness. Pure wickedness. This feeling refuses to leave me alone, and I have full intentions on asking Him if I can cum later tonight. We shall see what…comes…of that. Anyways, back to this feeling. My body, my mind, is yearning for the kind of … Continue reading Good Bitch.
He watched her through his bedroom window. Maybe it was wrong of him – actually, probably it was wrong of him – but he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help his mesmerized gaze at the beautiful woman stripping before him. Okay. Maybe not before him. She lived in the house across from his. Her bedroom window in line … Continue reading Peep Show.
Her nipples had gone numb. Jane could feel the dull throbs quietly pulsing in her brain. Barely acknowledging that the clamps were still attached. The burning inside her thighs, the residual ache on her slit seemed to block the pain receptors from her diamond hard tips. She felt intoxicated. Drunk. Entering a space she so … Continue reading His Little Masochist. (2)
Jane had been antsy all day. She was b-o-r-e-d bored. She had tried to rid herself of some energy by taking the dogs for an excessively long walk but it did little to help. And now that they were midway through their Netflix original…she was restless once again. Well. Restless and horny. She’d always been … Continue reading His Little Masochist. (1)
The duo were attending a gala. Chris was sporting a stunning three piece — black on black on black. It made Jane weak in the knees. The sight of him was almost enough to make her want to go. Almost. She would much rather be in their cozy home snuggling with the dogs and curled up on … Continue reading Old Habits. (2)
Jane had made up her mind to ask Chris to help stop her awful habit. Her nails were bitten to the quicks. The sides bleeding, scarred, scabbed over. She hated her hands. Hated. Them. She was embarrassed by them. Had tried — in vain — to stop thousands upon thousands of times. Her mother would nag her about it. Harp … Continue reading Old Habits. (1)
My senses have been deprived for far too long. My appetite is ravenous for the one my my soul is bonded with. Sometimes I wonder if He feels the same. Sometimes I wonder if His fire for me burns as intently as mine does for Him. My wick never falters. Never dies. Never wanes. It … Continue reading Burning Bright.
Uncensored Eloquence 