If erotic writing is the objectification of sex, then reading is its subjectification.
Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.”“Tease.
I’m not leaving him, Sam! And I’m not waiting for the others to help.
A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. “You’re crying? I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze.“I’m not going anywhere.” He reached his hand out and...
How you felt?" he asks, still looking like he's trying to hide a smirk."Oh, shut up. I'm going now. I'm sorry I bothered you, your Highness of Reindeerness," I say, with more than a little sarcasm. "I...
But, why? You punished me, okay? You've forbidden me to," I shudder, "cum when you know my little body can only take so much of holding it in. I have a nine-inch dick, Randy. That stuff needs to come...
You're thinking that if the North Pole has little elves and shape-shifting reindeer that maybe werewolves aren't quite so farfetched. Am I right? Well, you're wrong. There's no such thing as werewolve...
I-I can’t sleep and I was going for a walk when I noticed the truck moving… and then I found you two and, um, I mean—”Lockland cut him off midsentence with a calm, serious tone. “Jay?” Jay’s gaze shot...
Is it okay?”I nodded and continued chewing. “Y-you made me my first sub.”He smiled. “You remembered.
Sitting on couch, lying legs apart Dark dirty naked. Smiling at me, Wicked lazy lusty eyes. I moaned, When saw movement inside his silent, The thick forest of pubic hair.
Mmm, carry me.”I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. “I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men.”“Slacker.” He grinned, shoving me.
Come, Adan,” Lock ordered. “Come so hard you squeeze every fucking drop of cum from my cock.
Lie on your stomach,” I ordered between kisses.He pulled away. “Why?”“Just do it.
