“My resolution,” she whispered, brushing his lips, “was to be more disciplined.”
He grinned, binding her wrists with his silk tie. “Mine was to be more spontaneous.”
A delicious shiver ran through her. This was the plan: she’d resist, he’d fail.
But as his mouth traced her collarbone, her resolve dissolved into gasps. His resolve, however, held firm—all night.
By dawn, she was utterly, wonderfully ruined. His resolution was the only one kept.
Good acting would be nice and a little story that's not too unrealistic.
I also prefer nicely cut porn; I don't need to see 40 minutes of pounding and 5 positions.
I still don't get why there is no porn soap opera out there.
Echoes of a Click
The chatroom glows in the dim light of her laptop. His latest message pulses on screen: "I want to taste you."
She types back, fingers trembling. The keyboard clicks echo too loudly, too hollow in the silent house.
Behind her, the bedroom door creaks open. A shadow stretches across the floor—longer than any man should be, its form shifting unnaturally. A wet, ragged breath whispers from the darkness, far too close. Far too arousing.
