Pouting Stories

Brooks was at his wit’s end, between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options. He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies. And then waited. He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house, trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping...

my mouth is pouty today..... an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner, to whisper wicked and shocking things as you smile your teasing smile, to make love to my heart. will you come close to me and know the texture of my lips as you breathe me into your soul? your hand slides up my arm tracing its length as lightly as a butterfly's wings. your fingers caress my throat as your other hand rests at m...

6 am. You left early for work. You seemed to have completely forgotten what day it was. Kissed her lips and hurried off. You didn't even have breakfast. You said you had an early meeting with your staff. She sighed. She was lying on her stomach on the bed, her white nighties crumpled on her. Her hair tousled everywhere, she felt like a horrible sight. She groaned and got up. Took a quick shower after she left the bedroom....