I don’t know why

Hearing you cum makes me cum. The low moans that grow louder until the crescendo surges through you in a series of a delicious, harsh groans. Sometimes you're quiet, sometimes you're loud. Sometimes it's desperate and needing, connected to your soul as we join in slow, honey-sweet lovemaking. Others, it grates in your throat, rising …

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The heat of the night

CONTENT NOTE: This was a post that I wrote and published last year for Wicked Wednesday, but somehow ended up back in my drafts. Ahh technology and its quirks! Either way, enjoy! V x Picture this: I begin to stir, heavy lidded and half asleep. It's still pitch dark outside and I roll over to …

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