Part of this week's prompt from the lovely Brigit Delaney who is doing a Journal challenge about getting introspective about our love and sex lives. 🙂 Dear Mr. Sandy Hair, I remember you were the first boy I properly fell in love with at 13. I'd had a humungous crush when I was five …
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He gripped at the soft hemp bindings round his arms, snugly bent and bound behind the back of the chair, ankles bound to the legs. His eyes were bound with black satin while his mouth hung open, every muscle almost painfully tight, begging her for release as she rode him. He so desperately craved to …
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 …
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 