My Loving Muse When I think of your eyes, I see the passion locked away until it’s ignited from your soul. Delectable lips reach for mine but I make you anticipate our union, a thrilling delight. Your neck and your shoulders dare to be nibbled, kissed and caressed. Sweet skin inviting me to cherish youContinue reading “5.19.2017: My Loving Muse”
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2.9.2017: Cultivating
Cultivating Lily Eric’s arms draped around my waist and making me feel secure in his hold. Tonight had been perfect. The kind of celebration I’d always wanted. I was proud of my accomplishments and for the first time ever, I felt the joys of having someone else to cherish the moment with. The red satinContinue reading “2.9.2017: Cultivating”
1.19.2017: Poor Boy
I gripped him tighter and he winced. I was in control and he better remember that.
“Sorry, Sir.” He whispered.
“Again.”
“S—Sir, I’m sorry.” He squeaked.
1.12.2017: One Night (Part 2)
When she was close to her orgasm, I left the vibe deeply seated inside her and used the leather belt to spank her clit and thighs. Her eyes widened and it pulled her back from the edge. I saw the tears pooling and it only encouraged the sadist.
Fucking Writer’s Block
Jaye stood and put her hands against my chest to push me away but her attempt was feeble. “Go write.”
“I will when I’m done.”
I moved towards her and she backed away. I continued until she was against the wall with nowhere to go.
“Shit.” She swore under her breath.
“Damn right.”
9.29.2016: Let’s Play A Game
All of her body was alert and ready for more. I kissed her neck and then whispered in her ear. “Ready for a game?”
She was weary and had every right to be. “Yes.”
9.22.2016: Our Song
I led her to my bedroom not bothering to play shy. I knew she was leaving in two days and I needed to make the best of it.
9.15.2016: Am I Dreaming
I had to be dreaming. There was no way in hell that he was here with me. Or maybe I should say that there was no way that I was here with him.
9.8.2016: She Doesn’t Know
She’d not followed the rules once again. Her safety was my number one concern. The fact that I’d called her but it went straight to voicemail and she was unaware, tells me that she hadn’t bothered with her phone since who knows when. Unacceptable.
8.25.2016: Bastard, Right? (Part II)
“Next time that you show up to somebody’s room wearing a trench coat and indecencies, make sure that you’re prepared to follow through.”
“I did.”
“No… you didn’t. I’m not finished with you, yet.”