It’s my favorite thing about a man, and I don’t know why. Is it a kink, a fetish… oral fixation? Sure. My desire to please, a thirst that needs quenched, the thing that turns me on the most, sometimes it feels like it might be better than receiving what c...
The music was bumping; he was a real vibe on the couch, watching the rest on the dance floor, the beat drops and the bass throbs, the lights catch his trance, crowd moving out there grooving like a nickelodeon view, bits and pieces in neon, ravers with gl...
He knew he was late, or close to it, but should've been on time to catch the subway to make up for lost time since his bicycle had gotten a flat tire—his precious fixed gear. The bike slung over his shoulder, he dashed up to the elevated platform. There w...
He knows I can’t resist, loves to tease, knowing I won’t—can’t say no. He knows what happens to me when that weapon is brandished. He knows there are no rules. He knows any time and any place. He knows he can lord it over me because I am weak. He knows th...
