Flying
I won’t spread my wings and fly off the cliff if you aren’t willing to stand on the edge and watch me soar Photo by Neil Thomas on Unsplash
I won’t spread my wings and fly off the cliff if you aren’t willing to stand on the edge and watch me soar Photo by Neil Thomas on Unsplash
Your tongue is the starring feature in a scene played across my mind while my hand vibrates lips and I shake with the remembrance of orgasms past and yet to cum Photo by William Stitt on Unsplash
I admit it. I fucked up. Caught between awake and dreaming, I thought I could control it. I thought it would be easy since in the past, when the buzzer sounded, I always woke up. But this time, I lay immobilized listening to the incessent screech threating me with ecstasy Dreaming and remembering. Smooth, heat, … More Late Night Confessions
Show me you thirst for me Grab my hips relentlessly as you heave me back toward you. The feel of the weight of your hands in the crack of my hips holding me as you use me only for your pleasure not worried about anything else except the wet, heat of my pussy spread just … More Desire