Wine Stories

It was the middle of the day and I was lounging around the house in some lace boy short panties that allowed all of my sexy chocolate ass to hang out the bottom and a plain white t-shirt with no bra, so my 34C tits hung freely. I had pulled my hair up in a loose ponytail and had just put the finishing touches of color to my own pedicure. I had taken the day off from work, just to relax. It had been a stressful week and I...

I drink red wine before the fire; She shares my cup with grace. Cold winds howl, the fire’s blaze Chases chill away. I lay her down and drink my wine From the hollow of her throat; Spilling out across her breast, My hungry lips then race. Her navel is a tankard full Of wine, ripe for the taking. Below, out spills her own sweet wine; A far more heady vintage. Rosé cheeks. Chablis skin. Bordeaux tips her heaving breasts. Cl...