With wild screeches and uncontrollable movements, she pulled away both the Hitachi and the dildo and released a…
Going through the hard earned colors of sanity and petite health,we explored hues of yellow,red and vast light green. The long…
Cooking nakedsometimes you watchyou like myapron Dr Whoso did heit startedsomething bighe was stiffbecause of mewhat I saidwhat I wrotewhat I sentwhat I didhe came undoneAnd I
Lo and I got into bed. “I’ve had a hard day,” she whispered into my ear. “Give it to me hard and make it all go away.” Her legs were…
I read your comment and then re-read it. And then looked at the photos. They are beautiful.
But from the first moment a voice in my head was screaming no. I re-read because I wanted to figure out what exactly it is that generates this strong disagreement in me.
I felt compelled to follow the lead here. The directness of your writing, the arousal innate and genuinely felt— a properly horny fuck. I wonder how it might play out if the cock was actually a beautifully accurate replica dildo? Choose your own adventure for a more adult audience…
The problem with identifying myself as a writer, and then not writing is: I disappear from myself. If I avoid…
