Monday, November 11, 2024

She goaded me into a delicious wickedness ...

... and so I ran the tip of my tongue up one side of his neck until he shivered and twitched and lost control of his breathing.

I have extraordinary luck in my allotment of lovers.

Looks Like I Haven't Lost It Completely Yet ...

By which I mean, that wicked streak of mine. The scene: our bedroom, this morning, four of us getting up to things I'm not going to desc...