Sometimes…

Sometimes it’s been a while. A while since you’ve been in the mood. A while since you’ve been touched, or touched yourself.
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Sometimes it’s been a while. A while since you’ve been in the mood. A while since you’ve been touched, or touched yourself.

Row your Boat is a true story based on one of my and Mister K’s weekends away. Written from Mister K’s point of view, I have based it on my experience and our conversation afterward. Enjoy! There’s little happening at…

The second movie starts mid scene. Nick has two fingers pushing in and out of a woman who is on all fours. Her pussy sucks with each thrust, if the accompanying sounds are anything to go on.

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…

This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is to play a game of two truths and one lie. I'm not a very good liar. Nope, that's a lie. I am a good liar, I just feel like a horrible piece of shit when I do, so I choose not to.

my fantasies become erotic stories. Once they are written, I don’t think of them again, at least not in a sexual way.

lazy Sunday afternoon. The rest of the day is looking like more of the same. He’s waiting for me as I exit the shower, a cloud of steam wafting in my wake.

"You can paint me nude. In the end, you can place clothes upon me, if you wish, but this is the painting I want, not some stuffy portrait made for the salon"

He pulls out as jets of thick ivory seed shoot across my face, layering me in his musky scent.