Her back bows over the kitchen island, our empty plates rattling with the thrust of my hand. Two orgasms later, she stumbles into the living room to work on her homework, argument forgotten.
She blinks up at me, eyes unfocused, and grooves crease her forehead. “Where did you go, gorgeous girl?
Get out of your head.” He rotates his thumb and trails his tongue across my pliable lips. “Let it all go.
I want you naked, sitting at my piano and rolling your hips like you’re fucking the notes.
It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes. I feel this truth like a fist around my balls as I enter my classroom after lunch and find the forbidden obj...
Sex doesn’t have to conform to society’s standards to be sane. It doesn’t have to be slow and tender to be safe. And it doesn’t have to be free of leather cuffs to be consensual.
I will gladly go to exhaustion waiting for him. Waiting for his discipline. Waiting for his affection. Waiting for the unknown.
She’s exactly the kind of woman I’m drawn to. A woman who flees when hunted and comes alive when she’s caught.
His pleasure is my pleasure.
His tongue fucks my mouth the way his cock fills my pussy. Deeply, urgently, and completely unrestrained.
I walked in and saw you dancing. I haven't caught my breath since.
I want him and me in this stolen moment. Collecting heartbeats. Falling in love for the millionth time.
There are a holyfuckton of women crowing about your unapologetic fucking. They even named your famous positions." Oh Jesus, she knew about that. "Don't-" "The Limp Away From Jay Lay
Vulnerability has to happen for love to be real.
