I adore slow sex. If I had to pick only one type of sex to have for the rest of my life, it would be slow sex. I love a fast, mind-blowing hot fuck as much as the next person, but there's something so wonderful about slow sex that just tops it for me by …
My subconscious is a lascivious whore. The other night, I experienced one of the most vivid sex dreams I've ever had. I dreamt I was hooking up with a particularly handsome gentleman, in possibly the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on. So there we were, chatting and laughing and gettin' down to business, when …
"Night, mate!" "Night!" Jake tiredly bid Lewis at Stage Door a good night. The perishing night air hit him hard as the automatic doors slid open. He pulled up his jacket collar, his breath steamy as he rubbed his hands together and shoved them into his pockets. Snow had fallen heavily over the roads and …
Yes Master... Your words are magical to my ears. I love your praises of my body I've painted with such horrible words and thoughts. I love your praises as you gently massage slick oil over my naked skin, over my stretch marks and bumps. You whisper such sweet verses of what I cannot see, adamant …
Stroking oh so gentle The sweet caress of your fingers through my hair Cotton rub shirts entangle Entranced in peeling viscose layers Discarded to the ground like shedded skin A kiss is worth a thousand words I, honoured to be gifted A beautifully written novel Décolletage, belly, tender thigh's apex Blessed with its words Fistfuls …
Becoming Violet Grey 