I saw him staring from the start— the lust, the twitch, the pounding heart. His mind screamed things he’d never say… but I hear thoughts when prey looks my way. I followed slow, behind the blur, his steps grew weak, his breath unsure. He craved a scent not yet revealed, so I let black lace slip and peel. I dropped it like a wicked sin, right where he’d look—then reeled him in. From that soft drop, she tagged along— a shad...

The show had just ended. Clown-town chaos. A dark-ass alley venue in some random city where the dirt stains the concrete and the Faygo soaks your soul. It wasn’t a tour stop—just one of those nights when the Wicked Shit showed up to rot the skyline. And I was ready. As soon as the bass dropped for “Bang! Pow! Boom!”, I did what I always do: rushed the stage. Security tried—grabbing, yelling, blocking—but I slipped through...

They haunt the streets in skirts and silk, in slips of lace like spilt warm milk. A bra strap peeks, a hemline lifts my cock responds to subtle shifts. I pass a rack at Macy’s slow, where satin thongs in lilac glow. A breeze of pussy, ghosted faint a scent that makes my fingers taint. At shows, at clubs, on flashing screens, in every form from rough to clean. Fishnets grip each sinful curve, her ass a shape I don’t deserv...

I pulled up slow, no plan, no script, Just heart in my throat and heat on my lips. She turned around, and time just stalled That stare said, damn, but her body called. “Ten-minute break,” she said real low, Tugged my wrist, said, “You already know.” We passed the door like it wasn’t there Straight to the back where she used to swear. ⸻ My back hit crates, her hands hit skin, She kissed like war, like we’d never sinned. Sh...

She passed again, slow and bold, Booty bouncing, stories to be told. That body fit, yet soft with curve, Built to tempt and twist your nerve. Her abs were tight, her waist was slim, Those legs could straddle, choke, or win. A round ass firm and sweetly thick, Each step she took, it made me sick. Her perky tits, no bra in sight, They swayed like sin beneath the light. She wore that smirk like painted sin, And every eye got...

A wild last night, the moon hung low, The Gathering buzzed with a wicked glow. Paint on his face, heart full of fire, But she’s the one that lit desire. She dragged him into the carnival tent, With panties wet and back half bent. No names, no rules, just raw delight, I watched it all, hidden from sight. I clutched my knees and bit my sleeve, Their lust so loud, I couldn’t leave. Her giggles echoed, then moans rang true, H...