She lowers her head and I shut my eyes as she kisses me, tenderly this time. I kiss her back. She pulls back and whispers against my mouth, her forehead against mine. “You finally stopped thinking.” I almost laugh. She unties my bonds and my immediate instinct is to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, my body still raw from the assault on my nerve endings. Instead, I hold her waist and flip us so she’s beneath …
She held my hand and then led me in the direction of what I assumed was the bedroom. It turned out it wasn’t. It was the bathroom. She shed her clothes and asked me to do …
The rest of the week went by without her coming on to me or anything. I didn’t avoid her but I also didn’t try to get close to her or anything. It was Friday and we …
I am a control freak. It’s one of the reasons I don’t have a boyfriend. I tend to intimidate the guys I date. I try to be weak and needy but it’s just not me. I …
I entered the stall and leaned against the wall for a second. I did not need to use the bathroom. I just needed to get away from her gaze. I wasn’t scared of her, no. She …
I saw a tweet by Laetitia Ky on body hair. In the tweet, her armpits and those of her companion were bushy, and it was obvious they were flaunting their hair. After all, the post was …
“You know, you look quite sexy when you’re trying to concentrate. Especially when you worry your lower lip between your teeth like that.” I refused to fall for the bait. My deadline was two weeks ago. …
The thing about reading erotica when you’re single is that there’s no one to help you relieve the ensuing ache. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself. It’s ten in the evening on …
14th October 2022. “Go and finger the girl in green.” She said this between kisses, while I was straddling her. This confused me momentarily, because my girlfriend is very aware that I never make the first …
14th October 2022. Before the Party 18:30 We just got back from the beach. The plan for the day had been to go shopping at Makola, get herb at the beach and come home to rest …
If this world made sense, I’d probably always walk around without a shirt. I’ve known this since I was old enough to take off my own clothes. I enjoy the feel of my skin against my …
