Where the Wild Things Are

the morning chill reminding me of flurries in my future, Mister K and I took to the place we like to be most: the forest. A place where the Wild Things are.
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the morning chill reminding me of flurries in my future, Mister K and I took to the place we like to be most: the forest. A place where the Wild Things are.
add that to long days and over heated nights, and I hadn't really had a lot of time to read, which has been tough for a book worm like me.
There's always time and space for long drives in the country and, of course, masturbation. Your husband taking a picture through the rear-view mirror is simply a bonus.
"That will certainly leave a mark," he says before lowering my skirt. At the time, I wasn't sure if he meant on me or my backside.
I relax into his groping, when suddenly he moves away. Gently he settles the crop over my lower back, finding the center balance point.
I'm thrilled with how this image turned out. The angles of the lace design are the opposite of what I had in mind when I thought of lace, and the black and white edit makes it feel dark and edgy.
He caught me two steps later and maintained all my assets thoroughly after punishing me for being smart mouthed. In hindsight, I still think it was the best option
Waiting, facing the wall, heart thundering in my chest. I sense eyes on me, his, but someone else’s, too. His feel safe, dependable, right. The others are full of unknown adventure, hunger, promised lust. The covetous leer shivers down my…
I often find myself immersed in a daydream. Maybe it’s the creative part of me, maybe it’s just boredom? More often than not when I do daydream, it’s erotic and looks something like this… The heat of his piercing eyes…
"Pose for me," he said. "but you have no camera," I replied. "I don't need a picture to remember.