Our children would have beautiful eyes. Yours, dark and kind and filled with understanding. Softening when you catch my gaze. Crinkling with mischievousness when you tease me. Widening when you’re serious. Closing, tense, as you enter me and whisper, “fuck you are so tight.” Or mine, bright and blue and sparkling with adoration whenever I…
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Camping Trip
TW/CW: This story is erotic horror. More specific trigger warnings are in the tags like normal, but I wanted to do a specific warning since the beginning doesn’t necessary indicate that it’s going to be a spookier story by the end. If you aren’t into horror, feel free to skip this one or just stop…
The Artist
Our satin sheets felt liquid as I slid into bed beside you and nestled against you. You rolled from your back to your side and scooped me closer. “What time is it?” you asked, your voice hoarse with sleep. “It’s late.” “Did you get your painting done?” “Yes.” My hands were raw from scrubbing, still…
Welcome Home
Daddy, you’re finally home. I’ve been waiting so long for you. Feels like forever. Do you like my outfit? *twirl* It’s that new lingerie set you bought for me, the cute black one with the leaves on it. The one with the garter belt and the little thong that I know you wanted to see…
Control (Ch.3)
Read how Victor and Summer met here: And Now You’re Mine Read Part 2 of the story here: Hungry Victor pulled me into his arms and nibbled my neck from behind, trailing little kisses down my shoulder. His lips were tiny butterflies beating their wings against the most ticklish parts of my skin. Or… bats,…
Hungry (Ch.2)
Wanna know how Victor and Summer met? Read “And Now You’re Mine” first! “Is he still here?” I nodded. My roommate, Casey, smirked as we both stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. I wasn’t wearing pants, just a long flannel, but Casey rarely even bothered to close her robe…
Cozy
“You didn’t tell me your friend’s place was…” I trailed off, looking around the massive marble-tiled entryway. I think my first apartment was smaller. Than the entryway. “I know.” You smiled at me, that same wicked smile that always made me melt. “It’s massive. And it’s all ours until she gets back from Japan tomorrow….
1-2-3
This post was originally published on my previous blog. There are few men who “get to me.” Sure, I lust. I even love. But only the rare beast captivates me, making me daydream even when he’s not there. And I couldn’t stop daydreaming about D. You need to cool off, I told myself, rising from…