That man has something fucked up on his mind.
When it comes to you, against my better judgment and my will, I find myself promising things I never thought I could promise anyone.
I touched myself while I watched you, wishing it was me in her place. And I came…crying because it broke my heart that it wasn’t.
A witch so bold would not flinch, no matter how harsh her punishment might be, though his wish was for her to feel every strike.
He guided her hands lower, over her own soft belly, her hips, the tops of her thighs. The oils they spread there left a sheen upon her flesh. A sheen that glistened as firelight and shadows caroused a...
Bikinis? Check. Sunscreen? Check. Dildo? Probably won’t need it.
Come closer to me,” he commanded. She began to get to her feet, giving him the opportunity to force her down again. “No. I want you to crawl over here on your hands and knees.” Jace watched the power...
In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.
My sub doesn't pay for me,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “That just doesn't happen.”“But we ordered so much,” I say helpl
Hope that doesn’t hurt too much
Strange though, I never took you for a nympho.
