She wore her pain like lingerie, only who loved her enough, got to see it.
A sex worker deserves a billion times more respect, than the mystical fraudsters of the society, such as astrologers, psychics and tarot card readers.
Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.Play later, he ground out.Indeed.His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked m...
One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as...
I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This—this moment, when it was him and me...
If erotic writing is the objectification of sex, then reading is its subjectification.
So I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, Shit, and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-...
Sophie was now tied to the massage table with her legs spread and her feet in stirrups. The three men had left the room and the little elfish servant was standing between her taut legs and examining h...
...I know that if you ask me to jump I will say how high. So I will stay away from you and hope that you never ever say jump.
It's just not as hot without biting, scratching, and spanking, involved.
The club was only dimly lit aside from the flashing strobes and rotating beams casting their vibrant glow over the pulsing, writhing crowd. The heat of the club was a stark contrast to the chill of th...