It's late at night I want to sleep Boo isn't home yet I can't count sheep. Waiting for him I'm sure he knows I'm up to something Until he shows. Time to layer up. Unlike the coastlands Temperature is low In the highlands. Clothes layered One over the other They shall be removed One way or another. I wait a bit more Wear a kimono Over the lingerie Browse the kakemono. Hunger pangs Midnight craving Freezer is opened Gelato...

She stood naked as he kissed her neck. She felt the heat creeping into her face. Her legs spread around his, pinned against the door. “Look at me,” he admonished. “Don’t cum until I say.” She dared not break his gaze. His hand hovered over her mound, his mouth poised to take her own. Every time he exhaled, her own shallow breath became ragged. She begged for release...the heat from his hand inched closer to her dripping c...

“Answer the question,” he chides me. His hand inches up my thigh, gliding over the black silk of my stocking…lace…skin. I grip the wooden surface in front of me as he teases. It takes all my willpower not to shift on the leather beneath me, not to open my thighs further for him, not to push onto his fingers, not to moan my desperation for more. Delicately, he strokes, opening me to him, until he finds that tiny nub, sendi...

I am reading my book in my joggers when you come into the room. Turning on the tele and sinking into the couch, you tap on it to show me you’d like me to join you. I make myself comfortable between your legs with my book. As I continue reading, your hand caresses my hair absentmindedly. I enjoy it and purr jokingly to make sure you’ll continue. Your hands are fiddling as you keep on watching a random sports program. Me, e...

You might have heard this one. It got me reminiscing about Jenny. A blonde walked into an electronics store and said to the salesmen: "I want that tv." The salesperson shook his head and said, "No, we don't sell to blondes." So, the blonde left and came back with her hair dyed brown and said: "I'll take that tv." Again, the salesman said: "No, we don't sell to blondes." So, she left again and came back with her hair dyed...

On a sunny day in early May, I got a call from you asking me to come over. You said you needed a hand with something and to bring my tool belt. “Give me a few minutes to get things together, and I’ll be right over, Savannah,” I said. I threw on one of my overshirts and headed out the door. You were not very clear on what you needed help with, so I grabbed a few things that might come in handy, like my toolbox, a hammer, s...

Day ten of sobriety brought something new, or rather took away something old. This morning when he awoke from his tossing and turning that he called sleep he noticed the shakes were missing or almost nonexistent in his hands. He missed his drinks they helped him to pass out each night and not remember a thing for those six hours. Now though, every time he closed his eyes for sleep, she was there, memories of his love were...

Those three little words You need to hear, But I show you instead. With my breath in your ear. My lips on your lips, My skin on your skin, My hand round your cock Guiding you in. No motion, I wait. Each exhale a moan. Needing your hip-thrust, Make me your own. I know after, I’ll fall. Collapse on your chest. Your kiss on my head, Your hand on my breast. But for now, you wait. A battle of will. I’m clenching around you, Bu...

Whoever coined the phrase Sweet Sixteen should have nabbed Sexpot Seventeen too. My senior high school year has so far been dominated by constant wetness. Honestly, horny doesn’t even come close. I've fucked my way through the team captains. The hot boys. The bad boys. Even a few of the girls in the chess club who were open to some post-game action. A girl's gotta experiment, right? I know, I know: that probably means I'm...

I hurriedly stick the vibrator underneath my duvet to hide and muffle it, then slide the nightstand drawer shut again as though I’m hiding a crime scene. Paranoia forced me to check all around me if anyone noticed my antics – nobody there – and I finally pick up my phone again to stare at the instructions and the blinking cursor. Unknown Number starts typing as I watch. [Unknown: I know you’re eager and ready, Missy.] [Un...

So here I am, naked, in the bathroom, holding it. How the fuck did I get here? I don't properly recall. Can I back out now? Do I want to? My heart is beating so fast, I swear it is going to come through my chest. I turn it over in my hands, feeling the material. It feels so alien to me. How can that be? She'll be back soon. I make up my mind and hastily rush to put it on. Why won't my fucking fingers work?! I'm all bloody...